|IT was at the Pantheon in the Oxford Road a fortnight later, that Mrs.
Thrale, the brewer's lively wife, had an opportunity of shining, by a
display of that _esprit_ which caused Mr. Garrick to affirm solemnly
that if she had gone upon the stage she would have been a dangerous
rival to Mistress Clive; and Fanny Burney, with her father and Mr.
Linley, the father of the beautiful Mrs. Sheridan, was a witness of the
ease with which the lady sparkled as she described for the benefit of
the circle how Mr. Garrick's jest at the expense of poor Mr. Kendal and
the Widow Nash had set all the Wells laughing. She imitated Mr. Garrick
to his face, in offering his congratulations to Mr. Kendal and so
setting the ball a-rolling until within an hour the poor, silly
gentleman had been offered the felicitations of half the Wells upon his
engagement to Widow Nash. Mrs. Thrale re-enacted with great gravity
the part she had played in Mr. Garrick's plot, and then she hastened
to imitate Mrs. Cholmondeley's part, and even Mr. Sheridan's, upon that
lively morning at Tunbridge Wells.
But there was much more to tell, and Mrs. Thrale took very good care to
abate nothing of her narrative; it gave her so good a chance of acting,
and it gave Mr. Garrick so good a chance of complimenting her before all
the company.
“Oh, I vow that we played our parts to perfection,” she cried, “and
without any rehearsal either. But then what happened? You will scarce
believe it, Mr. Garrick has always borne such a character for scrupulous
honour in his dealings with his companies, but indeed 'tis a fact that
our manager decamped as soon as he found that the poor man had been
teased to the verge of madness by the fooling he had started--off he
went, we knew not whither; leaving no message for any of us. He was not
to be found by noon; and what happened by dinner-time? Why, the poor
gentleman whom we had been fooling had also fled!”
“That was indeed too bad of Mr. Kendal,” said Dr. Burney.
“'Twas too inconsiderate of him truly,” cried Mrs. Thrale. “'Tis no
great matter if the manager of the playhouse runs away when his play
is produced--you remember that Mr. Colman hurried off to Bath to escape
lampooners when the success of Dr. Goldsmith's comedy _She Stoops to
Conquer_ had proved to all the town that he was no judge of a play;
but for the one who has been made the object of such a jest as ours to
escape without giving us a chance of bringing our teasing to a fitting
climax is surely little short of infamous.”
“And when did you design the fitting climax to arrive, madam?” asked one
of the circle.
“Why, when the gentleman and lady should come face to face in the
Assembly Rooms, to be sure,” replied Mrs. Thrale. “We were all there to
await the scene of their meeting; and you can judge of our chagrin when
only the lady appeared.”
“We can do so, indeed,” said Mrs. Darner, who was also in the circle. “I
can well believe that you were furious. When one has arranged a burletta
for two characters 'tis infamous when only one of the actors appears on
the stage.”
Mrs. Thrale smiled the smile of the lady who knows that she is
harbouring a surprise for her friends and only awaits the right moment
to spring it upon them--a cat to be let out of the bag at the pulling of
a string.
“I knew that we should have your sympathy, Mrs. Darner,” she said
demurely. “You have, I doubt not, more than once experienced all the
chagrin that follows the miscarrying of a well-planned scheme. But as
it so happened, we were more than compensated for our ill-usage at that
time by the unlooked-for appearance of the missing actor two nights
later.”
“Oh, lud!” cried Mrs. Darner, holding up both her hands in a very dainty
way.
Mr. Garrick also lifted up his hands in amazement, but he did not need
to exclaim anything to emphasize the effect of his gesture.
Dr. Burney smiled, trying to catch the eye of Mr. Garrick, but Mr.
Garrick took very good care that he should not succeed in doing so.
“You may well cry, 'oh, lud!'” said Mrs. Thrale. “But if you had been
in the Rooms when the man entered you would not have been able to say a
word for surprise, I promise you. The poor gentleman had posted all the
way from town to Tunbridge, apparently for our diversion only, and what
a sight he was! It seems that he had got over his fright at the coupling
of his name with the lady's, while flying to London, but from this point
a reaction set in, and he spent all the time that he was posting back to
the Wells adding fuel to the fire of his resolution to throw himself
at the feet of the lady at the earliest possible moment. Was there ever
such a comedy played, Mr. Garrick?”
“'Twould be too extravagant for the theatre, madam, but not for Nature's
playhouse,” replied Garrick. “I have more than once been told the story
of soldiers having fled in a panic from the field of battle, but on
finding themselves in a place of safety they returned to the fight and
fought like demons. Was there aught that could be termed demoniacal
in the gentleman's conduct on finding himself face to face with the
enemy--I mean the lady?”
“Aught demoniacal, do you ask me?” cried Mrs. Thrale. “Oh, sir, have
you not heard the parable of the demon that was cast out of a man, but
finding its homeless condition unsupportable, sought out seven of its
friends and returned with them to its former habitation, so that the
last state of the man was more demoniacal than the first?”
“I fancy I have heard the parable, madam, but its application----” began
Garrick, when Mrs.
Darner broke in upon him, crying:
“Do not ever attempt to point out the aptness of the application of
a parable, Mrs. Thrale. Do not, if you are wise. Would you lead us to
believe that the unhappy wretch found it necessary to post up to town
to obtain his relay of demons for his own discomfiture when so much rank
and fashion was at the Wells, though at the fag end of the season?”
“Leaving parables aside, demons and all, I can bear witness to
the condition of the man when he entered the Rooms and strode with
determination on his face up to where the Widow Nash was fanning
herself--not without need,” said Mrs. Thrale. “It so happened that she
was seated under the gallery at the furthest end of the Rooms, but our
gentleman did not pause on entering to look round for her--I tell you
that it seemed as if he went by instinct straight up to her, and bowing
before her, said: 'Madam, may I beg the honour of a word or two with you
in private?'--I was close by and so were several other equally credible
witnesses, and we heard every word. The widow looked at him coolly----”
“Yes, you said she had been fanning herself,” remarked Mrs. Darner, but
without interrupting the flow of the narrative.
“There was no need of a fan for her voice, I can assure you, when she
had completed her survey of the dusty gentleman and thought fit to
reply to him,” continued Mrs. Thrale. “'I vow, sir,' said she, 'that I
consider this room sufficiently private for anything you have to say
to me.' She had plainly got wind of Mr. Garrick's plot and so was fully
prepared for the worst--though some people might call it the best--that
could happen. 'Madam,' said Mr. Kendal, 'what I have to say is meant for
your ear alone,' and I am bound to admit that he spoke with suavity
and dignity. 'Pray let my friends here be the judges of that,' said the
widow. That was a pretty rebuff for any gentleman with a sense of his
own dignity, you will say; but he did not seem to accept it in such a
spirit. He hesitated, but only for a few moments, then he looked around
him to see who were within hearing, and with hardly a pause, he said in
the clearest of tones, 'I perceive that we are surrounded just now with
some ladies who, two days ago, offered me congratulations upon my good
fortune in winning your promise, madam; and I venture now to come
before you to implore of you to give me permission to assume that their
congratulations were well founded'--those were his words; we did not
think that he had it in him to express himself so well.”
“And what was the lady's reply?” asked Dr. Burney, recalling the
prophecy in which he had indulged when parting from Garrick at his own
door.
“The lady's reply was disappointing, though dignified,” replied Mrs.
Thrale. “'Sir,' she said, 'I have oft heard that the credulity of a man
has no limits, but I have never before had so conspicuous an instance of
the truth of this. Surely the merest schoolboy would have been able to
inform you that you were being made the victim of one of Mr. Garrick's
silly jests--that these ladies here lent themselves to the transaction,
hoping to make a fool of me as well as of you; but I trust that they
are now aware of the fact that I, at least, perceived the truth from the
first, so that whoever has been fooled I am not that person; and so
I have the honour to wish you and them a very good evening.' Then she
treated us to a very elaborate curtsey and stalked away to the door,
leaving us all amazed at her display of dignity--real dignity, not the
stage imitation, Mr. Garrick.”
“You should have been there, if only to receive a lesson, Mr. Garrick,”
said Mrs. Damer.
“I hope those who had the good fortune to be present were taught a
lesson,” said another lady in the circle.
“If you mean me, madam,” said Mrs. Thrale, with tactful good humour,
“I frankly allow that I profited greatly by observing the scene. 'Tis
a dangerous game to play--that of trying to show others in a ridiculous
light, and in future I vow that all my attention shall be given to the
duty of avoiding making a fool of myself. Your jest miscarried, Mr.
Garrick; though how that gentleman who fled from the Wells in that
headlong fashion was induced to return, is beyond my knowledge.”
“Psha! madam, the fellow is a coxcomb and not worth discussing,” cried
Garrick. “He got no more than his deserts when the lady left him to be
the laughing-stock of the Assembly. I knew that that would be his fate
if he ever succeeded in summing up sufficient courage to face her.”
“But strange to say, we did not laugh at him then,” said Mrs. Thrale.
“He seemed to be quite a different man from the one whom we had tried
to fool two days earlier. There was a certain dignity about him that
disarmed us. You must allow, Mr. Garrick, that only the bravest of men
would have had the courage to march up the Assembly Rooms and make his
proposal to the lady in public.”
“That is the courage of the coxcomb who believes himself to be
irresistible to the other sex, madam,” said Garrick; “and I affirm that
'twas most reprehensible to refrain from laughing at him.” Then, putting
his arm through that of Burney as if to stroll on with him, and so
give the others to understand that he had had enough of Mr. Kendal as a
topic, he whispered:
“Ha, my friend, did not I prophesy aright what would be the fellow's
fate? I know men, and women, too--ay, in some measure, though they are
sealed books, eh, friend Burney? And you tried to persuade me that she
would not snub him? I knew better--I knew that she--eh, what--what are
they staring at?”
“They are staring at the appearance of Mr. Kendal with the Widow Nash on
his arm--there they are, David, and you are staring at them too,” said
Burney with a smile.
“Angels and Ministers of Grace! 'Tis a man and his wife we are staring
at! The woman has married him after all!” cried David, his hand dropping
limply from Burney's shoulder. “A man and his wife: I know the look in
their faces!”