We had just gone on to the stage to see her after the curtain had fallen.

It was such a pretty sight, you ought not to have missed it.

The Prince had come to say good-bye to her, and, as we came in, she was just turning away in her long phantom dress with the white hood falling round her head, like that Romney picture--don't you remember ?--of Lady Hamilton,--Mr.Forbes has drawn her in it two or three times.

The stage was full of people.

Mr.Forbes was there, of course, and Edward, and ourselves, and presently I heard her say to Edward, "Is Mr.Kendal here?
I did not see him in the house." Edward said something about your not having been able to get a seat, which I thought clumsy of him, for, of course, we could have got some sort of place for you at the last moment.
She didn't say anything, but I thought--if you won't mind my saying so, Mr.Kendal--that, considering all things, it would have been better if you had been there.' 'It seems to me,' said Kendal, with vexation in his voice, 'that there is a fate against my doing anything as I ought to do it.