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539 a dangerous reminder for the subject of your facetiousness. Was it written in joke, too, pray?’ ‘No, no, that’s the best of it,’ returned the actor; ‘right down earnest--honour bright.’ Nicholas could not repress a smile at the odd figure before him, which, at all times more calculated to provoke mirth than anger, was especially so at that moment, when with one knee upon the ground, Mr Folair twirled his old hat round upon his hand, and affected the extremest agony lest any of the nap should have been knocked off--an ornament which it is almost superfluous to say, it had not boasted for many months. ‘Come, sir,’ said Nicholas, laughing in spite of himself. ‘Have the goodness to explain.’ ‘Why, I’ll tell you how it is,’ said Mr Folair, sitting himself down in a chair with great coolness. ‘Since you came here Lenville has done nothing but second business, and, instead of having a reception every night as he used to have, they have let him come on as if he was nobody.’ ‘What do you mean by a reception?’ asked Nicholas. ‘Jupiter!’ exclaimed Mr Folair, ‘what an unsophisticated shepherd you are, Johnson! Why, applause from the house when you first come on. So he has gone on night after night, never getting a hand, and you getting a couple of rounds at least, and sometimes three, till at length he got quite desperate, and had half a mind last night to play Tybalt with a real sword, and pink you-- not dangerously, but just enough to lay you up for a month or two.’ ‘Very considerate,’ remarked Nicholas. ‘Yes, I think it was under the circumstances; his professional reputation being at stake,’ said Mr Folair, quite seriously. ‘But his |
