I was free, and I had twelve dollars.
Act One went well, and no disturbence. Although Adrian started when he
saw me. The yellow looked very well.
I had expected to sit back, sheltered by the curtains, and only visable
from the stage. I have often read of this method. But there were no
curtains. I therfore sat, turning a stoney profile to the Audiance, and
ignoreing it, as though it were not present, trusting to luck that no
one I knew was there.
He saw me. More than that, he hardly took his eyes from the box wherein
I sat. I am sure to that he had mentioned me to the Company, for one and
all they stared at me until I think they will know me the next time they
see me.
I still think I would not have been recognized by the Familey had I not,
in a very quiet seen, commenced to sneaze. I did this several times, and
a lot of people looked anoyed, as though I sneazed because I liked
to sneaze. And I looked back at them defiantly, and in so doing,
encountered the gaze of my Maternal Parent.
Oh, Dear Dairy, that I could have died at that moment, and thus, when
streched out a pathetic figure, with tubroses and other flowers, have
compeled their pity. But alas, no. I sneazed again!
Mother was weged in, and I saw that my only hope was flight. I had not
had more than between three and four dollars worth of the evening, but
I glansed again and Sis was boring holes into me with her eyes. Only
Beresford knew nothing, and was trying to hold Sis's hand under her
opera cloak.
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