“Exactly so, Mr. Elsmore, always contrive to be near the door under such circumstances.  That was the way with my poor friend, Curran.  Poor Philpot, when he dined with the Guild of Merchant Tailors, they gave him a gold box with their arms upon it—­a goose proper, with needles saltier wise, or something of that kind; and they made him free of their ’ancient and loyal corporation,’ and gave him a very grand dinner.  Well, Curran was mighty pleasant and agreeable, and kept them laughing all night, till the moment he rose to go away, and then he told them that he never spent so happy an evening, and all that.  ‘But, gentlemen,’ said he, ’business has its calls, and I must tear myself away; so wishing you now’—­there were just eighteen of them—­’wishing you now every happiness and prosperity, permit me to take my leave’—­and here he stole near the door —­’to take my leave, and bid you both good night.’” With a running fire of such stories, it may be supposed how difficult was my task in getting any thing done upon the stage.

Well, at last the long-expected Friday arrived, and I rose in the morning with all that peculiar tourbillon of spirits that a man feels when he is half pleased and whole frightened with the labour before him.  I had scarcely accomplished dressing when a servant tapped at my door, and begged to know if I could spare a few moments to speak to Miss Ersler, who was in the drawing-room.  I replied, of course, in the affirmative, and, rightly conjecturing that my fair friend must be the lovely Fanny already alluded to, followed the servant down stairs.

“Mr. Lorrequer,” said the servant, and closing the door behind me, left me in sole possession of the lady.

“Will you do me the favour to sit here, Mr. Lorrequer,” said one of the sweetest voices in the world, as she made room for me on the sofa beside her.  “I am particularly short-sighted; so pray sit near me, as I really cannot talk to any one I don’t see.”

I blundered out some platitude of a compliment to her eyes—­the fullest and most lovely blue that ever man gazed into—­at which she smiled as if pleased, and continued, “Now, Mr. Lorrequer, I have really been longing for your coming; for your friends of the 4_th are doubtless very dashing, spirited young gentlemen, perfectly versed in war’s alarms; but pardon me if I say that a more wretched company of strolling wretches never graced a barn.  Now, come, don’t be angry, but let me proceed.  Like all amateur people, they have the happy knack in distributing the characters—­to put every man in his most unsuitable position—­and then that poor dear thing Curzon—­I hope he’s not a friend of yours—­by some dire fatality always plays the lover’s parts, ha! ha! ha!  True, I assure you, so that if you had not been announced as coming this week, I should have left them and gone off to Bath.”

Here she rose and adjusted her brown ringlets at the glass, giving me ample time to admire one of the most perfect figures I ever beheld.  She was most becomingly dressed, and betrayed a foot and ancle which for symmetry and “chaussure,” might have challenged the Rue Rivoli itself to match it.