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"Oh, and you're in the fas.h.i.+on too. How long have you been a fine lady?"
Spiller's voice and manner had become slightly serious. Lavinia was too familiar with London life not to understand the inference.
"I owe it all to Mr. Gay," she answered quickly. "He is the kindest hearted man in the world. You see he spoke to her Grace the d.u.c.h.ess of Queensberry about me and she sent me to school in Queen Square."
"What, you've rubbed shoulders with the quality, have you? How comes it then that you talk to me--a rogue and a vagabond?"
"You a rogue and a vagabond! Indeed you're not. I--I'm afraid, though, I'm one. I doubt if her grace would notice me now."
"The devil she wouldn't! What's happened then?"
"Oh, it's a long story. I should tire you if I were to tell you."
"A pretty girl tire me? What do you take me for, Polly? It is Polly, isn't it?"
"Mr. Gay called me Polly, but it isn't my right name."
"Good enough for me, my dear. But what have you done? A harmless bit of mischief when all's said, I'll swear."
"I don't know," rejoined Lavinia slowly. "I didn't mean any harm but I suppose I was very silly."
"Well, let me have the catalogue of your sins and I'll be judge."
CHAPTER XVIII
"SOME DAY YOU'LL BE THE TALK OF THE TOWN"
As the two paced up and down in front of the playhouse Lavinia told the actor the whole story. Spiller smiled indulgently at the love portion of the narrative, but was impressed by the test Lavinia had gone through at Pope's Villa and by Gay's belief in her future.
In Spiller's opinion there was no reason why Lavinia should not succeed as a comedy actress. Her want of experience was nothing. Her natural vivacity and intelligence were everything. Experience would soon come.
What actress who in those days became celebrated had had much training before she went on the boards? Where was the opportunity with but four theatres in London and one of them devoted to opera?
People were still living who could remember Kynaston the beautiful youth as the sole representative of women's parts before actresses were known on the stage. Nell Gwynne came from the gutter, and Nance Oldfield from a public house in St. James's Market. Mrs. Barry had possibly had some training under Davenant, who secured her an engagement, and she was at first a failure. She was destined for tragedy and tragic actresses are not made in five minutes, but comedy demanded little more than inborn sprightliness and high spirits. Lavinia had both, and she could sing.
Spiller, comedian as he was, possessed what we now call the artistic temperament. He was not contented with the mannerisms which provoke a laugh and because they never vary--the characteristic of many comedians who like to be recognised and applauded directly they step upon the stage. Spiller bestowed the greatest pains upon his "make up", and so identified himself with the part he was playing as completely to lose his own personality, and bewildered his audience as to whether he was their favourite they were applauding. He had the art of acting at his fingers' ends.
"Child," said he when Lavinia had finished, "Mr. Gay and Dr. Pepusch did not mistake. You've but to observe and work and some day you'll be the talk of the town."
"Do you really mean that, Mr. Spiller?"
The girl's voice was tremulous with delight. Spiller's praise was of greater value than Gay's. He was an actor and knew.
"I shouldn't say so if I didn't. I mustn't lose sight of you. A pity you'll be staying at Hampstead. I'd like to take you to Mr. Rich. You ought to be near at hand."
"But I don't want to go to Hampstead. I hate the very notion," cried Lavinia breathlessly. "If I could only find a lodging in town!"
"That might be managed. There are lodgings to be had in the house in Little Queen Street where Mrs. Egleton lives. But have you any money?"
"Enough to keep me for a week. Maybe Mr. Rich would find something for me to do. I can dance as well as sing."
"I'll warrant you, but John Rich does all the dancing himself, and as for singing--he doesn't think much of it. But we'll see. Wouldn't your friend the d.u.c.h.ess help you?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid I'm out of her grace's favour," said Lavinia dolefully. "Besides, she might want to send me back to Queen Square.
Lud, I couldn't bear that. Miss Pinwell wouldn't have me, though," she added in a tone of relief.
"I'll wager she wouldn't," said Spiller dryly. "She'd be in mortal fear of the whole of her young ladies following your example and running away with the town sparks. Well, we'll see what can be done for you, Polly, though I fear me I'm going to have a sad pickle on my hands."
"Oh, pray don't say that, Mr. Spiller. What's happened was not my doing."
"Of course not. But let us to Little Queen Street. If Mrs. Egleton is in the mood she may be of use to you. But take care not to ruffle her plumes. You've heard of her I doubt not?"
"Oh, yes. I saw her once at Drury Lane. She sings does she not, sir?"
"Aye, so mind and not outsing her."
They walked along the western side of the Fields to Little Queen Street, where the houses were substantial enough, though not nearly so imposing as those in Great Queen Street where many n.o.blemen and rich people lived.
Spiller was well known to the proprietor of the house, where Mrs.
Egleton lodged and was received with effusion. Mrs. Egleton was not up, as indeed Spiller expected, nor would she be until past mid-day. But this did not matter. The landlady had a front attic vacant which she was willing to let to anyone recommended by Mr. Spiller for a very small sum, and here Lavinia installed herself.
"Have a rest, Polly, and something to eat," said Spiller. "I shall call for you about eleven o'clock. I want you to look your best. We're going to see Mr. Rich. Heaven give us luck that we may find him in good humour."
"Do you mean this morning?" cried Lavinia, in dismay.
"Well, I don't mean this evening. You're not afraid, are you?"
"No, I don't think I am, but--but I would that I had a new gown and cloak. See how frightfully draggled they are."
"Odds bodikins, Mr. Rich doesn't want to see how you're gowned. Mrs.
Sanders will lend you a needle and thread and help you patch yourself."
Lavinia would have protested but Spiller laughed away her objections, and departed with a final injunction to be in readiness when he called.
When the girl was alone she looked around her new abode with interest and curiosity. The room was small; it had a sloping roof coming so low at one end where the bed was that she would have to take care not to strike her head against the ceiling when she sat up. The furniture was scanty and plain but the place was clean. For the first time in her life she was completely her own mistress. She sank into a roomy arm-chair, and surveyed her domain with much satisfaction; then she half closed her eyes and indulged in a day dream.
Everything in the most wonderful way had turned out for the best. She dreaded being banished to Hampstead. It had threatened insuperable obstacles in the way of her love and her ambition. She had felt that she was going into exile. But all was now smooth. Her scruples about keeping her promise to Vane vanished. If only her visit to Mr. Rich proved successful, her happiness would be complete.
The time sped in her roseate musings. She had had a rest as Spiller advised and springing up she attacked her ragged attire with renewed energy. When Spiller called, she looked so fresh and animated the comedian laughed and complimented her.
"Gadsooks," he exclaimed, "you clever hussy! It's well our plans are altered. If Rich not only offered thee an engagement but made love into the bargain then the fat would be in the fire. He hath a termagant of a wife. She'd as lief scratch your face as look at you. But thank the Lord you're safe."
"Safe? I don't understand," cried Lavinia a little fl.u.s.tered. "Am I not to see Mr. Rich then?"
"Not yet. Didn't I say our plans are altered? The Duke's is in turmoil.
Rich let the theatre to Huddy and his company of strolling players--at least Huddy says he did--and has now cried off the bargain and Huddy is turned out. Rich hasn't any play ready so it's no use taking you to him."