“By the way, do you know anything of Madame Mélanie, the seamstress? She is much employed by actresses, I believe? A young lady was asking me, whether she made Mademoiselle Dulaugier’s ballet-dresses.”
“I know her very little myself. Mrs Magens knows her.”
“Well, Magens, good evening. Can you come and dine with me to-morrow at the Garrick?”
“To-morrow, I am engaged here all the evening, and I suppose your hours are fashionable.”
“Well, another day.”
When he resumed his stall, Bromley perceived that a box near the stage was newly filled.
He looked up, and there was Lady Coxe and her three daughters.
Near Constance sat the Count. Her eye caught his, and she blushed deeply.
Bromley went revolving in his mind many things. At length he made up his mind, and sauntered into the box.
The Count greeted him with unusual civility. Lady Coxe invited him to a chair next her.