marrying the young people than that, and therefore he joined their hands, with the full consent of the indefatigable page, who (being the only other person surviving) pointed with his cap into the clouds, and his right hand to the ground; thereby invoking a blessing and giving the cue for the curtain to come down, which it did, amidst general applause.
"What did you think of that?" asked Mr. Crummles, when Nicholas went round to the stage again. Mr. Crummles was very red and hot, for your outlaws are desperate fellows to shout.
"I think it was very capital, indeed," replied Nicholas; "Miss Snevellicci in particular was uncommonly good."
"She's a genius," said Mr. Crummies; "quite a genius, that girl. By-the-bye, I've been thinking of bringing out that piece of yours on her bespeak night."
"When?" asked Nicholas.
"The night of her bespeak. Her benefit night, when her friends and patrons bespeak the play," said Mr. Crummles.
"Oh! I understand," replied Nicholas.
"You see," said Mr. Crummies, "it's sure to go on such an occasion, and even if it should not work up quite as well as we expect, why it will be her risk, you know, and not ours."
"Yours, you mean," said Nicholas.
"I said mine, didn't I?" returned Mr. Crummles. "Next Monday week. What do you say now? You'll have done it, and are sure to be up in the lover's part long before that time."
"I don't know about 'long before,'" replied Nicholas; "but by that time I think I can undertake to be ready."
"Very good," pursued Mr. Crummles, "then we’ll call that settled. Now, I want to ask you something else. There's a little—what shall I call it—a little canvassing takes place on these occasions."
"Among the patrons, I suppose?" said Nicholas.
"Among the patrons; and the fact is, that Snevellicci has had so many bespeaks in this place, that she wants an attraction. She had a bespeak when her mother-in-law died, and a bespeak when her uncle died; and Mrs. Crummles and myself have had bespeaks on the anniversary of the phenomenon's birthday and our wedding-day, and occasions of that description, so that, in fact, there's some difficulty in getting a good one. Now won't you help this poor girl, Mr. Johnson?" said Crummles, sitting himself down on a drum, and taking a great pinch of snuff as he looked him steadily in the face.
"How do you mean?" rejoined Nicholas.
"Don't you think you could spare half-an-hour to-morrow morning, to call with her at the houses of one or two of the principal people?" murmured the manager in a persuasive tone.
"Oh dear me," said Nicholas, with an air of very strong objection, "I shouldn't like to do that."
"The infant will accompany her," said Mr. Crummles. "The moment it was suggested to me, I gave permission for the infant to go. There will not be the smallest impropriety—Miss Snevellicci, Sir, is the
