ther they had not
better have left the new recruit in the retirement of private life.
Too deeply absorbed in the business of the stage to heed any of them,
Magdalen asked leave to repeat the soliloquy, and make quite sure of her
own improvement. She went all through it again without a mistake, this
time, from beginning to end; the manager celebrating her attention to
his directions by an outburst of professional approbation, which escaped
him in spite of himself. "She can take a hint!" cried the little man,
with a hearty smack of his hand on the prompt-book. "She's a born
actress, if ever there was one yet!"

"I hope not," said Miss Garth to herself, taking up the work which had
dropped into her lap, and looking down at it in some perplexity.
Her worst apprehension of results in connection with the theatrical
enterprise had foreboded levity of conduct with some of the
gentlemen--she had not bargained for this. Magdalen, in the capacity of
a thoughtless girl, was comparatively easy to deal with. Magdalen, in
the character of a born actress, threatened serious future difficulties.

The rehearsal proceeded. Lucy returned to the stage for her scenes in
the second act (the last in which she appears) with Sir Lucius and Fag.
Here, again, Magdalen's inexperience betrayed itself--and here once more
her resolution in attacking and conquering her own mistakes astonished
everybody. "Bravo!" cried the gentlemen behind the scenes, as she
steadily trampled down one blunder after another. "Ridiculous!" said the
ladies, "with such a small part as hers." "Heaven forgive me!" thought
Miss. Garth, coming round unwillingly to the general opinion. "I almost
wish we were Papists, and I had a convent to put her in to-morrow."
One of Mr. Marrable's servants entered the theater as that desperate
aspiration escaped the governess. She instantly sent the man behind the
scene with a message: "Miss Vanstone has done her part in the rehearsal;
request her to come here and sit by me." The servant returned with
a polite apology: "Miss Vanstone's kind love, and she begs to be
excused--she's prompting Mr. Clare." She prompted him to such purpose
that he actually got through his part. The performances of the
other gentlemen were obtrusively imbecile. Frank was just one degree
better--he was modestly incapable; and he gained by comparison. "Thanks
to Miss Vanstone," observed the manager, who had heard the prompting.
"She pulled him through. We shall be fl