CHAPTER III.
THE EVENTS OF AN EVENING.
"Basil, my boy, if you are going to that place, you must take Collins with you." "Won't you go yourself, father ?" "I! Is the boy mad!" "I hope not, sir; only as you took eight reserved seats, I thought...." "You've no business to think, sir! Seven of those tickets are in the fire." "For fear, then, you should fancy to burn the eighth, I'll wish you good-evening!" So away I darted, called to Collins to follow me, and set off at a brisk pace towards the Red Lion Hotel.

Collins was our indoor servant; a sharp, merry fellow, some ten years older than myself, who desired no better employment than to escort me upon such an occasion as the present.

The audience had begun to assemble when we arrived.

Collins went into the shilling places, while I ensconced myself in the second row of reserved seats.

I had an excellent view of the stage.