It was a surprise: they had not expected the Englishwoman would play in a _vaudeville_.

Ginevra Fanshawe, beautifully dressed for her part, and looking fascinatingly pretty, turned on me a pair of eyes as round as beads.

In the highest spirit, unperturbed by fear or bashfulness, delighted indeed at the thought of shining off before hundreds--my entrance seemed to transfix her with amazement in the midst of her joy.

She would have exclaimed, but M.Paul held her and all the rest in check.
Having surveyed and criticized the whole troop, he turned to me.
"You, too, must be dressed for your part." "Dressed--dressed like a man!" exclaimed Zelie St.Pierre, darting forwards; adding with officiousness, "I will dress her myself." To be dressed like a man did not please, and would not suit me.

I had consented to take a man's name and part; as to his dress--_halte la!_ No.