enthusiasm, and deep admiration were the uppermost.

The good Sir Charles was no enigma. He had a vacancy in his
establishment--a very high situation, too, for those who like that sort
of thing--the head of his table, his left hand when he drove in the Park,
etc. To this he proposed to promote Mrs. Woffington. She was handsome and
witty, and he liked her. But that was not what caused him to pursue her;
slow, sagacious, inevitable as a beagle.

She was celebrated, and would confer great _eclat_ on him. The scandal of
possessing her was a burning temptation. Women admire celebrity in a man;
but men adore it in a woman.

"The world," says Philip, "is a famous man; What will not women love so
taught?"

I will try to answer this question.

The women will more readily forgive disgusting physical deformity for
Fame's sake than we. They would embrace with more rapture a famous
orang-outang than we an illustrious chimpanzee; but when it comes to
moral deformity the tables are turned.

Had the queen pardoned Mr. Greenacre and Mrs. Manning, would the great
rush have been on the hero, or the heroine? Why, on Mrs. Macbeth! To her
would the blackguards have brought honorable proposals, and the gentry
liberal ones.

Greenacre would have found more female admirers than I ever shall; but
the grand stream of sexual admiration would have set Mariaward. This fact