By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
No elder than a boy.
Her acting, moreover, was pathetic in the extreme; and thenceforth, until the end of the play, her success was assured.
The curtain fell. Call after call greeted the actress, who looked completely exhausted by her efforts, and could scarcely conjure up a smile, as she accepted the bouquets which had been liberally provided for her. White sat in the dark background of a box, crying for joy.
As the audience streamed out of the theatre, Sutherland came shoulder to shoulder with little Crieff, who had invited him to sup at the Harum-Scarum.
‘How glum you look!’ said Crieff. ‘Are you disappointed?’
‘Disappointed, no!’
‘You don’t seem to share the general enthusiasm?’
‘I do share it, but, as I told you, I am no judge of acting.’