There was a little ballet, "Le Rossignol," in which Montessu and Noblet used to be famous in those days, and which Mr.Wagg transferred to the English stage as an opera, putting his verse, of which he was a skilful writer, to the pretty airs of the ballet.It was dressed in old French costume, and little Lord Southdown now appeared admirably attired in the disguise of an old woman hobbling about the stage with a faultless crooked stick.
Trills of melody were heard behind the scenes, and gurgling from a sweet pasteboard cottage covered with roses and trellis work."Philomele, Philomele," cries the old woman, and Philomele comes out.
More applause--it is Mrs.Rawdon Crawley in powder and patches, the most ravissante little Marquise in the world.
She comes in laughing, humming, and frisks about the stage with all the innocence of theatrical youth--she makes a curtsey.Mamma says "Why, child, you are always laughing and singing," and away she goes, with--THE ROSE UPON MY BALCONY
The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the spring;You ask me why her breath is sweet and why her cheek is blooming, It is because the sun is out and birds begin to sing.
The nightingale, whose melody is through the greenwood ringing, Was silent when the boughs were bare and winds were blowing keen:
And if, Mamma, you ask of me the reason of his singing, It is because the sun is out and all the leaves are green.
Thus each performs his part, Mamma, the birds have found their voices, The blowing rose a flush, Mamma, her bonny cheek to dye;And there's sunshine in my heart, Mamma, which wakens and rejoices, And so I sing and blush, Mamma, and that's the reason why.
During the intervals of the stanzas of this ditty, the good-natured personage addressed as Mamma by the singer, and whose large whiskers appeared under her cap, seemed very anxious to exhibit her maternal affection by embracing the innocent creature who performed the daughter's part.Every caress was received with loud acclamations of laughter by the sympathizing audience.
At its conclusion (while the music was performing a symphony as if ever so many birds were warbling) the whole house was unanimous for an encore: and applause and bouquets without end were showered upon the Nightingale of the evening.Lord Steyne's voice of applause was loudest of all.Becky, the nightingale, took the flowers which he threw to her and pressed them to her heart with the air of a consummate comedian.Lord Steyne was frantic with delight.His guests' enthusiasm harmonized with his own.Where was the beautiful black-eyed Houri whose appearance in the first charade had caused such delight? She was twice as handsome as Becky, but the brilliancy of the latter had quite eclipsed her.All voices were for her.Stephens, Caradori, Ronzi de Begnis, people compared her to one or the other, and agreed with good reason, very likely, that had she been an actress none on the stage could have surpassed her.
She had reached her culmination: her voice rose trilling and bright over the storm of applause, and soared as high and joyful as her triumph.There was a ball after the dramatic entertainments, and everybody pressed round Becky as the great point of attraction of the evening.The Royal Personage declared with an oath that she was perfection, and engaged her again and again in conversation.Little Becky's soul swelled with pride and delight at these honours; she saw fortune, fame, fashion before her.Lord Steyne was her slave, followed her everywhere, and scarcely spoke to any one in the room beside, and paid her the most marked compliments and attention.She still appeared in her Marquise costume and danced a minuet with Monsieur de Truffigny, Monsieur Le Duc de la Jabotiere's attache; and the Duke, who had all the traditions of the ancient court, pronounced that Madame Crawley was worthy to have been a pupil of Vestris, or to have figured at Versailles.
Only a feeling of dignity, the gout, and the strongest sense of duty and personal sacrifice prevented his Excellency from dancing with her himself, and he declared in public that a lady who could talk and dance like Mrs.