"O, yes! we went to see the new actress. How pretty she is!--so
unaffected too;--how well she sings!"

"Pretty well--er!" replied Lord George, passing his hand through his hair.
"Very nice girl--er!--good ankles. Devilish hot--er, is it not--er--er?
What a bore this is: eh! Ah! Godolphin! don't forget Wattier's--er!" and
his lordship er'd himself off.

"What actress is this?"

"Oh, a very good one indeed!--came out in _The Belle's Stratagem_. We are
going to see her to-morrow; will you dine with us early, and be our
cavalier?"

"Nothing will please me more! Your ladyship has dropped your
handkerchief."

"Thank you!" said the lady, bending till her hair touched Godolphin's
cheek, and gently pressing the hand that was extended to her. It was a
wonder that Godolphin never became a coxcomb.

He dined at Wattier's the next day according to appointment: he went to
the play; and at the moment his eye first turned to the stage, a universal
burst of applause indicated the entrance of the new actress--Fanny
Millinger!