hard on the backs of her hands, and retired up, in a state of pleasing confusion.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Mr. Vincent Crummles, who had been writing on a piece of paper, "we'll call the Mortal Struggle to- morrow at ten; everybody for the procession. Intrigue, and Ways and Means, you're all up in, so we shall only want one rehearsal. Everybody at ten, if you please."
"Everybody at ten," repeated Mrs. Grudden, looking about her.
"On Monday morning we shall read a new piece," said Mr. Crummles; "the name's not known yet, but everybody will have a good part. Mr. Johnson will take care of that."
"Hallo!" said Nicholas, starting, "I——"
"On Monday morning," repeated Mr. Crummles, raising his voice, to drown the unfortunate Mr. Johnson's remonstrance; "that'll do, ladies and gentlemen."
The ladies and gentlemen required no second notice to quit, and in a few minutes the theatre was deserted, save by the Crummles' family, Nicholas, and Smike.
"Upon my word," said Nicholas, taking the manager aside, "I don't think I can be ready by Monday."
"Pooh, pooh," replied Mr. Crummles.
"But really I can't," returned Nicholas; "my invention is not accustomed to these demands, or possibly I might produce——"
"Invention! what the devil's that got to do with it! " cried the manager, hastily.
"Everything, my dear Sir."
"Nothing, my dear Sir," retorted the manager, with, evident impatience. "Do you understand French?"
"Perfectly well."
"Very good," said the manager, opening the table-drawer, and giving a roll of paper from it to Nicholas. "There, just turn that into English, and put your name on the title-page. Damn me," said Mr. Crummles, angrily, "if I haven't often said that I wouldn't have a man or woman in my company that wasn't master of the language, so that they might learn it from the original, and play it in English, and by that means save all this trouble and expense."
Nicholas smiled, and pocketed the play.
"What are you going to do about your lodgings?" said Mr. Crummles.
Nicholas could not help thinking that for the first week it would be an uncommon convenience to have a turn-up bedstead in the pit, but he merely remarked that he had not turned his thoughts that way.
"Come home with me then," said Mr. Crummles, "and my boys shall go with you after dinner, and show you the most likely place."
The offer was not to be refused: Nicholas and Mr. Crummles gave Mrs. Crummles an arm each, and walked up the street in stately array. Smike, the boys, and the phenomenon, went home by a shorter cut, and Mrs. Grudden remained behind to take some cold Irish stew and a pint of porter in the box-office.
