‘Poor dear, poor dear!’ cried brother Charles ‘Where is my brother Ned? Ned, my dear brother, come here pray.’

‘Ah! extraordinary indeed,’ rejoined Mr Crummles, taking a complacent pinch of snuff, and shaking his head gravely. ‘I pledge you my professional word I didn’t even know she could dance, till her last benefit, and then she played Juliet, and Helen Macgregor, and did the skipping–rope hornpipe between the pieces. The very first time I saw that admirable woman, Johnson,’ said Mr Crummles, drawing a little nearer, and speaking in the tone of confidential friendship, ‘she stood upon her head on the butt–end of a spear, surrounded with blazing fireworks.’