honour. It would be of material service--the gentleman from London--author of the new piece--actor in the new piece--first appearance on any boards--it would lead to a great bespeak, Mr Johnson.'

`I am very sorry to throw a damp upon the prospects of anybody, and more especially a lady,' replied Nicholas; `but really I must decidedly object to making one of the canvassing party.'

`What does Mr Johnson say, Vincent?' inquired a voice close to his ear; and, looking round, he found Mrs Crummles and Miss Snevellicci herself standing behind him.

`He has some objection, my dear,' replied Mr Crummles, looking at Nicholas.

`Objection!' exclaimed Mrs Crummles. `Can it be possible?'

`Oh, I hope not!' cried Miss Snevellicci. `You surely are not so cruel--oh, dear me!--Well, I--to think of that now, after all one's looking forward to it!'

`Mr Johnson will not persist, my dear,' said Mrs Crummles. `Think better of him than to suppose it. Gallantry, humanity, all the best feelings of his nature, must be enlisted in this interesting cause.'

`Which moves even a manager,' said Mr Crummles, smiling.

`And a manager's wife,' added Mrs Crummles, in her accustomed tragedy tones. `Come, come, you will relent, I know you will.'

`It is not in my nature,' said Nicholas, moved by these appeals, `to resist any entreaty, unless it is to do something positively wrong; and, beyond a feeling of pride, I know nothing which should prevent my doing this. I know nobody here, and nobody knows me. So be it then. I yield.'

Miss Snevellicci was at once overwhelmed with blushes and expressions of gratitude, of which latter commodity neither Mr nor Mrs Crummles was by any means sparing. It was arranged that Nicholas should call upon her, at her lodgings, at eleven next morning, and soon after they parted: he to return home to his authorship: Miss Snevellicci to dress for the after-piece: and the disinterested manager and his wife to discuss the probable gains of the forthcoming bespeak, of which they were to have two-thirds of the profits by solemn treaty of agreement.

At the stipulated hour next morning, Nicholas repaired to the lodgings of Miss Snevellicci, which were in a place called Lombard Street, at the house of a tailor. A strong smell of ironing pervaded the little passage; and the tailor's daughter, who opened the door, appeared in that flutter of spirits which is so often attendant upon the periodical getting up of a family's linen.

`Miss Snevellicci lives here, I believe?' said Nicholas, when the door was opened.

The tailor's daughter replied in the affirmative.

`Will you have the goodness to let her know that Mr Johnson is here?' said Nicholas.

`Oh, if you please, you're to come upstairs,' replied the tailor's daughter, with a smile.

Nicholas followed the young lady, and was shown into a small apartment on the first floor, communicating with a back-room; in which, as he judged from a certain half-subdued clinking sound, as of cups and saucers, Miss Snevellicci was then taking her breakfast in bed.

`You're to wait, if you please,' said the tailor's daughter, after a short period of absence, during which the clinking in the back-room had ceased, and been succeeded by whispering--`She won't be long.'