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    Chapter 10

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    Mrs. Byron, under her stage name of Adelaide Gisborne, was now, for
    the second time in her career, much talked of in London, where she
    had boon for many years almost forgotten. The metropolitan managers
    of her own generation had found that her success in new parts was
    very uncertain; that she was more capricious than the most petted
    favorites of the public; and that her invariable reply to a business
    proposal was that she detested the stage, and was resolved never to
    set foot upon it again. So they had managed to do without her for so
    long that the younger London playgoers knew her by reputation only
    as an old-fashioned actress who wandered through the provinces
    palming herself off on the ignorant inhabitants as a great artist,
    and boring them with performances of the plays of Shakespeare. It
    suited Mrs. Byron well to travel with the nucleus of a dramatic
    company from town to town, staying a fortnight in each, and
    repeating half a dozen characters in which she was very effective,
    and which she knew so well that she never thought about them except
    when, as indeed often happened, she had nothing else to think about.
    Most of the provincial populations received her annual visits with
    enthusiasm. Among them she found herself more excitingly applauded
    before the curtain, her authority more despotic behind it, her
    expenses smaller, and her gains greater than in London, for which
    she accordingly cared as little as London cared for her. As she grew
    older she made more money and spent less. When she complained to
    Cashel of the cost of his education, she was rich. Since he had
    relieved her of that cost she had visited America, Egypt, India, and
    the colonies, and had grown constantly richer. From this great tour
    she had returned to England on the day when Cashel added the laurels
    of the Flying Dutchman to his trophies; and the next Sunday's paper
    had its sporting column full of the prowess of Cashel Byron, and its
    theatrical column full of the genius of Adelaide Gisborne. But she
    never read sporting columns, nor he theatrical ones.

    The managers who had formerly avoided Mrs. Byron were by this time
    dead, bankrupt, or engaged in less hazardous pursuits. One of their
    successors had lately restored Shakespeare to popularity as signally

    as Cashel had restored the prize ring. He was anxious to produce the
    play of "King John," being desirous of appearing as Faulconbridge, a
    part for which he was physically unfitted. Though he had no
    suspicion of his unfitness, he was awake to the fact that the
    favorite London actresses, though admirable in modern comedy, were
    not mistresses of what he called, after Sir Walter Scott, the "big
    bow wow" style required for the part of Lady Constance in
    Shakespeare's
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