tudent from college.

George felt abashed somehow, and interested too. He had been sneering,
and Theo sympathising. Her kindness was better--nay, wiser--than his
scepticism, perhaps. Nevertheless, when, at the beginning of the fifth
act of the play, young Douglas, drawing his sword and looking up at the
gallery, bawled out--

"Ye glorious stars! high heaven's resplendent host!
To whom I oft have of my lot complained,
Hear and record my soul's unaltered wish
Living or dead, let me but be renowned!
May Heaven inspire some fierce gigantic Dane
To give a bold defiance to our host!
Before he speaks it out, I will accept,
Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die!"--

The gods, to whom Mr. Barry appealed, saluted this heroic wish with
immense applause, and the General clapped his hands prodigiously. His
daughter was rather disconcerted.

"This Douglas is not only brave, but he is modest!" says papa.

"I own I think he need not have asked for a gigantic Dane," says Theo,
smiling, as Lady Randolph entered in the midst of the gallery thunder.

When the applause had subsided, Lady Randolph is made to say--

"My son, I heard a voice!"

"I think she did hear a voice!" cries papa. "Why, the fellow was
bellowing like a bull of Bashan." And the General would scarcely behave
himself from thenceforth to the end of the performance. He said he
was heartily glad that the young gentleman was put to death behind
the scenes. When Lady Randolph's friend described how her mistress had
"flown like lightning up the hill, and plunged herself into the empty
air," Mr. Lambert said he was delighted to be rid of her. "And as for
that story of her early marriage," says he, "I have my very strongest
doubts about it."

"Nonsense, Martin! Look, children! their Royal Highnesses are moving."

The tragedy over, the Princess Dowager and the Prince were, in fact,
retiring; though, I dare say, the latter, who was always fond of a
farce, would have been far better pleased with that which followed than
he had been with Mr. Home's dreary tragic masterpiece.

CHAPTER LX. Which treats of Macbeth, a Supper, and a Pretty Kettle of
Fish

When the performances were concluded, our friends took coach for Mr.
Warrington's lodging, where the Virginians had provided an elegant
supper. Mr. Warrington was eager to treat them in the handsomest
manner, and the General and his wife accepted the invitation of the t