Her Faithful Knight — page 47: what you’re looking at

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A Story of London. 43, not true. We had a fortnight’s vacation, and I spent at the Hotel Metropole, at Brighton, what I thought was my honeymoon.” “What you thought?” | “Yes, yes! Iam going to tell you everything from the beginning. But before you can forgive me, try to under- stand the awful dullness of a theatrical tour with a suc- cessful London piece. People think that stage life is so amusing; of course I thought it would be when I would become an actress two years ago, in spite of all your pray- ers. I expected excitement, fun, love-making, flirta- tions, splendid offers of marriage, brilliant successes and heaps of money, my portraits in all the shop windows, and an earl at my feet. What a fool I was! I can’t tell you how dull, how dreary, this touring life has been. Of course, I wouldn’t own it to you in my letters, because you would have wanted me to leave the stage, and I still hoped to be another Neilson. You saw the ‘Settled for Life’ company at the railway station;last September. You yourself thought the men looked common and odd, with their blue chins and green overcoats and schoolboy noisiness. You yourself would have said that he—Mr. Trevelyan, I mean—looked very different from the others if you had seen him.” “Sergius Trevelyan,’ exclaimed Miss Knight. “That was the name of the man who played a small part, and was to join the company at Liverpool, wasn’t it ?” “Yes. There were four married couples, and an old woman who got tipsy sometimes, and Mr. Trevelyan and I. I tried to lodge with the old woman, but she got angry with me because I would not spend money on spirits for her. Nobody liked me. The women said I gave myself airs and called me ‘Miss Innocent,’ because I would not laugh at the disgusting stories they told each other in the dressing rooms and in the train. That trav- GEOMmiIGboo “S (E@)