He had under-waistcoats, many splendid rings, jewelled pins and neck-chains.

When he took out his yellow pocket-handkerchief with his hand that was cased in white kids, a delightful odour of musk and bergamot was shaken through the house.
He was evidently a personage of rank, and it was at him that the little Chatteris company was acting.
He was, in a word, no other than Mr.Dolphin, the great manager from London, accompanied by his faithful friend and secretary Mr.William Minns: without whom he never travelled.

He had not been ten minutes in the theatre before his august presence there was perceived by Bingley and the rest: and they all began to act their best and try to engage his attention.

Even Miss Fotheringay's dull heart, which was disturbed at nothing, felt perhaps a flutter, when she came in presence of the famous London Impresario.

She had not much to do in her part, but to look handsome, and stand in picturesque attitudes encircling her child and she did this work to admiration.