Nor did I think of them.

When my tongue once got free, and my voice took its true pitch, and found its natural tone, I thought of nothing but the personage I represented--and of M.Paul, who was listening, watching, prompting in the side-scenes.
By-and-by, feeling the right power come--the spring demanded gush and rise inwardly--I became sufficiently composed to notice my fellow-actors.

Some of them played very well; especially Ginevra Fanshawe, who had to coquette between two suitors, and managed admirably: in fact she was in her element.

I observed that she once or twice threw a certain marked fondness and pointed partiality into her manner towards me--the fop.

With such emphasis and animation did she favour me, such glances did she dart out into the listening and applauding crowd, that to me--who knew her--it presently became evident she was acting _at_ some one; and I followed her eye, her smile, her gesture, and ere long discovered that she had at least singled out a handsome and distinguished aim for her shafts; full in the path of those arrows--taller than other spectators, and therefore more sure to receive them--stood, in attitude quiet but intent, a well-known form--that of Dr.John.
The spectacle seemed somehow suggestive.