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for all her fine sentiments; so that he and his platonics would have kept me at bay no longer, if I had not believed her decamped from Brighthelmstone, upon hearing that you had got her lodging. How came you to turn her into the garret, my dear boy? Is that à la mode of your vieille cour?"
Sir Jaspar protested that, when he took the apartment, he knew not of her existence; and then enquired, whether Sir Lyell could tell in what name she had been upon the stage; and why she had quitted it.
"The stage? O the dl!" he exclaimed, "has she been upon the stage?"
"Yes; I heard the fact mentioned to her, the other day, by a fellow-performer! some low player, who challenged her as a sister of the buskins."
"What a glorious Statira she must make!" cried Sir Lyell. "I am ready to be her Alexander when she will. That hint you have dropt, my dear old boy, sha'n't be thrown away upon me.
