“How lovely to be an actress!”
Then she turned back to the stage, where all was bright and brilliant, and said, “What a lovely frock, too!”
“Only a stage costume, my dear,” said Polly.
“And what beautiful diamonds!”
“Paste,” said Lord Robert,
“Hush!” said Drake; and then Benedick entered, and the audience received him with great cheering. “Irving,” whispered Drake; and Glory looked more perplexed than before and said:
“But you told me it was Mr. Irving's theatre, and I thought it would have been his place to welcome——”
The vision of Benedick clapping his hands at his own entrance set Lord Robert laughing in his cold way: but Drake said, “Be quiet, Robert!”
Glory, like a child, had ears for no conversation except her own, and she was immersed in the play in a moment. The merry war of Beatrice and Benedick had begun, and as she watched it her face grew grave.
“Now, that's very foolish of her,” she said; “and if, as you say, she's a great actress, she shouldn't do such things. To talk like that to a man is to let everybody see that she likes him better than anybody else, though she's trying her best to hide it. The silly girl—he'll find her out!”