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fact, Steyne's glasses were up, and he was examining some object on the
stage.
"Yes, I've heard that joke about Venus's turtle and the London Tavern
before--you begin to fail, my poor Wagg. If you don't mind I shall be
obliged to have a new Jester," Lord Steyne said, laying down his glass.
"Go on, Wenham, about old Pendennis."
"Dear Wenham,"--he begins, Mr. Wenham read,--"as you have had my
character in your hands for the last three weeks, and no doubt have torn
me to shreds, according to your custom, I think you can afford to be
good-humoured by way of variety, and to do me a service. It is a delicate
matter, entre nous, une affaire de coeur. There is a young friend of mine
who is gone wild about a certain Miss Fotheringay, an actress at the
theatre here, and I must own to you, as handsome a woman, and, as it
appears to me, as good an actress as ever put on rouge. She does Ophelia,
Lady Teazle, Mrs. Haller--that sort of thing. Upon my word, she is as
splendid as Georges in her best days, and as far as I know, utterly
superior to anything we have on our scene.


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