Approaching the foot-lights, in such a way as to make it appear part of
her usual by-play, she peered over them and caught sight of her marquis,
beaming with smiles and flushed from his violent efforts in her behalf.
"The marquis is here," she managed to whisper to Blazius, who was
playing Pandolphe; "just look at him! how delighted he is, and how he
applauds me--till he is actually red in the face, the dear man! So he
admires my acting, does he? Well, he shall have a spicy specimen of it,
then."
Zerbine kept her word, and, from that on to the end of the piece, played
with redoubled spirit. She was never so sparkling, so bewitchingly
coquettish, so charmingly mischievous before, and the delighted marquis
was more fascinated than ever. The new play, entitled "Lygdamon et
Lydias," and written by a certain Georges de Scudery (a gentleman who,
after having served with honour in the French Guards, quitted the sword
for the pen, which he wielded with equal success), was next rehearsed,
and highly approved by all--without a single dissenting voice. Leander,
who played the leading part of Lygdamon, was really admirable in it,
and entertained high hopes of the effect he should produce upon the fair
ladies of Poitiers and its environs.
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