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One was a quiet little man in black, with a grey head and a jolly
shrewd face--the other was in all respects a splendid and remarkable
individual. He was a tall and portly gentleman with a hooked nose and a
profusion of curling brown hair and whiskers; his coat was covered with
the richest frogs-braiding and velvet. He had under-waistcoats, many
splendid rings, jewelled pins and neck-chains. When he took out his
yellow pocket-handkerchief with his hand that was cased in white kids, a
delightful odour of musk and bergamot was shaken through the house. He
was evidently a personage of rank, and it was at him that the little
Chatteris company was acting.
He was, in a word, no other than Mr. Dolphin, the great manager from
London, accompanied by his faithful friend and secretary Mr. William
Minns: without whom he never travelled. He had not been ten minutes in
the theatre before his august presence there was perceived by Bingley and
the rest: and they all began to act their best and try to engage his
attention. Even Miss Fotheringay's dull heart, which was disturbed at
nothing, felt perhaps a flutter, when she came in presence of the famous
London Impresario.
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