Part 31 (1/2)

”Oh, how unlucky! I shan't have any chance after all.”

Poor Lavinia almost broke down. The shattering of her castle in the air was more than she could endure.

”Not with Rich just yet. But don't despair. Huddy has taken his company to the New Theatre and it'll go hard if I don't talk him into putting you into a part. It may be all for the best. You'd only get a promise out of Rich whereas Huddy might be glad to get you. He's in a mighty hurry to open the theatre. We'll go at once to the Haymarket.”

Lavinia was a little disappointed, but not dismayed. After all an immediate entrance into the magical stage world was the important point.

She had to begin somewhere, and to play at the New Theatre was not like playing in an inn yard or mumming booth.

They reached the stage door of the New Theatre, afterwards called the Little Theatre in the Haymarket, which it may be said in pa.s.sing was not quite on the site of the present Haymarket Theatre. The entrance was small, the pa.s.sage beyond was dark and they had to grope their way to the stage, which lighted as it was by half a dozen candles or so was gloomy enough. The daylight struggled into the audience part through a few small windows above the gallery. A rehearsal was going on, and a red faced man with a hoa.r.s.e voice was stamping about and shouting at the performers. When he saw Spiller he stopped and came towards the comedian. Compared with Huddy, Spiller was a great man.

Spiller stated his business and introduced Lavinia. The manager stared at her, s.h.i.+fted his wig, scratched his head and grunted something to the effect that he couldn't afford to pay anybody making a first appearance.

”Look 'ee here, Mr. Spiller. It's my benefit and my company don't expect a penny. D'ye see! I've been used in a rascally fas.h.i.+on by that scoundrel Rich, and I'll have to raise a few guineas afore I can start in the country.”

Spiller saw the position and said that the young lady who he was careful to point out was a ”gentlewoman” was quite willing to appear on these terms and so the matter was settled.

”She won't have much of a part. We're playing 'The Orphan' and all I can give her is Serina. I've had to make s.h.i.+ft with the young 'oman as carries the drum and looks after the wardrobe. It's likely as the young gentlewoman'll do as well as her, a careless, idle s.l.u.t as don't know how to speak her words decently.”

Nor did Mr. Huddy, Lavinia thought. But this was nothing. The owner of a travelling play acting booth was as a rule an illiterate showman.

”When do you rehea.r.s.e 'The Orphan?'” asked Spiller.

”We're a-doing of it now. It's just over or the young gentlewoman--you haven't told me her name----”

”Fenton--Lavinia Fenton.”

”Oh, aye. I was a-going to say that if we hadn't finished Miss Fenton might stay and get some notion of the play. Let her come to-morrow--half-past ten, sharp, mind.”

”Do you hear that, Polly?” said Spiller in an undertone.

”I shan't fail, sir, you may be sure,” replied Lavinia joyfully.

Spiller knew some of the company and he introduced Lavinia to the leading lady, Mrs. Haughton, who was to play the mournful, weeping Monimia in Otway's dismal tragedy. But for Spiller the ”star” actress would hardly have deigned to notice the girl; as it was she received Lavinia with affability marked by condescension. Mrs. Haughton was a ”star,” who did not care to a.s.sociate with strolling players.

Lavinia left the theatre in the seventh heaven of delight. Everything she had wished for was coming to pa.s.s. She longed for the evening. She saw herself telling the wonderful tale of her good luck to Lancelot. She was sure of his warm sympathy and she pictured to herself his smile and the ardent look in his eyes.

Spiller suggested a walk in the Mall so that he might give the novice a few practical hints. Huddy had handed Lavinia her part written out, but it did not tell her much, as everything the other characters in the play had to say was omitted and only the cues for Serina left.

”Just sixteen lines you've got to learn. That won't give you much trouble. I'll show you how to say them. Don't forget to listen for the cues and come in at the proper place.”

The lesson did not take long. Lavinia soon had a grasp of the character (Serina figures in the play as a bit of padding and has very little to do); her articulation was clear and she could modulate her voice prettily. Spiller said she would do very well, and wis.h.i.+ng her good luck, took his departure and left her in St. James's Park.

He could not have done Lavinia a better turn. Rosamond's Pond was at the south-west corner of the Park and Rosamond's Pond was in Lavinia's mind.

It had occurred to her that Lancelot had not fixed any particular spot as the place of meeting. The pond was of a fair size, it would be dark and it might so happen that while he was waiting for her on one side she might be on the other. Still, this was scarcely likely, for they would both approach the Pond from the east.

However, there would be no harm in fixing the bearings of the pond in her mind and so she crossed the park and skirting the formal ca.n.a.l now transformed into the ornamental water, reached the pond which was at the end of Birdcage Walk near Buckingham House, an enlarged version of which is known to us to-day as Buckingham Palace.

The pond was amidst picturesque surroundings. There was nothing of the primness which William III. had brought with him from Holland. The trees had been allowed to grow as they pleased, the shrubs were untrimmed, the gra.s.s uncut. The banks of the pond were steep in places, shelving in others. Here and there were muddy patches left by the water receding after heavy rains. But the wildness and the seclusion had their attractions, and little wonder was it that love had marked Rosamond's Pond as its own.