At any rate, there could be no doubt that in this one scene she realised the utmost limits of the author's ideal, and when she faded into the darkness beyond the moonlight in which she had first appeared, the house, which had been breathlessly silent during the progress of the apparition, burst into a roar of applause, in which Wallace and Kendal heartily joined.
'Exquisite!' said Kendal in Mrs.Stuart's ear, as he stood behind her chair.

'She was romance itself! Her acting should always be a kind of glorified and poetical pantomime; she would be inimitable so.' Mrs.Stuart looked up and smiled agreement.

'Yes, that scene lives with one.

If everything else in the play is poor, she is worth seeing for that alone.

_Remember it_!' The little warning was in season, for the poor White Lady had but too many after opportunities of blurring the impression she had made.