"Mrs. Rawdon Crawley was quite killing in the part," said Lord Steyne.

Becky laughed, gay and saucy looking, and swept the prettiest little

curtsey ever seen.

Servants brought in salvers covered with numerous cool dainties, and

the performers disappeared to get ready for the second charade-tableau.

The three syllables of this charade were to be depicted in pantomime,

and the performance took place in the following wise: First syllable. Colonel Rawdon Crawley, C.B., with a slouched hat and

a staff, a great-coat, and a lantern borrowed from the stables, passed

across the stage bawling out, as if warning the inhabitants of the

hour. In the lower window are seen two bagmen playing apparently at

the game of cribbage, over which they yawn much. To them enters one

looking like Boots (the Honourable G. Ringwood), which character the

young gentleman performed to perfection, and divests them of their

lower coverings; and presently Chambermaid (the Right Honourable Lord

Southdown) with two candlesticks, and a warming-pan. She ascends to

the upper apartment and warms the bed. She uses the warming-pan as a

weapon wherewith she wards off the attention of the bagmen. She exits.

They put on their night-caps and pull down the blinds. Boots comes out

and closes the shutters of the ground-floor chamber. You hear him

bolting and chaining the door within. All the lights go out. The

music plays Dormez, dormez, chers Amours. A voice from behind the

curtain says, "First syllable."

Second syllable. The lamps are lighted up all of a sudden. The music

plays the old air from John of Paris, Ah quel plaisir d'etre en voyage.

It is the same scene. Between the first and second floors of the house

represented, you behold a sign on which the Steyne arms are painted.

All the bells are ringing all over the house. In the lower apartment

you see a man with a long slip of paper presenting it to another, who

shakes his fists, threatens and vows that it is monstrous. "Ostler,

bring round my gig," cries another at the door. He chucks Chambermaid

(the Right Honourable Lord Southdown) under the chin; she seems to

deplore his absence, as Calypso did that of that other eminent

traveller Ulysses. Boots (the Honourable G. Ringwood) passes with a

wooden box, containing silver flagons, and cries "Pots" with such

exquisite humour and naturalness that the whole house rings with

applause, and a bouquet is thrown to him. Crack, crack, crack, go the

whips. Landlord, chambermaid, waiter rush to the door, but just as

some distinguished guest is arriving, the curtains close, and the

invisible theatrical manager cries out "Second syllable."




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