On that night he believed that she had kept her eyes fixed upon him while repeating some of the beautiful soliloquies in "Isabella." The artful suggestions of Jimmy Blake had had their effect upon him, and now he held in his hand a letter that left him no room to doubt--even if he had been inclined that way--the accuracy of the tale that his poor heart had originally told him.
He dressed himself with his accustomed care, and, having deluged his cambric with civet--it had been the favourite scent of thirty years before--he indulged in the unusual luxury of a chair to convey him to the lodgings of the great actress; for he felt that it might seriously jeopardise his prospects to appear in the presence of the lady with soiled shoes.
The house where Mrs. Siddons lodged was not an imposing one. She had arrived in Dublin from Holyhead at two o'clock in the morning, and she was compelled to walk about the streets in a downpour of rain for several hours before she could prevail upon any one to take her in. It is scarcely surprising that she conceived a strong and enduring prejudice against Dublin and its inhabitants.
On enquiring in a whisper and with a confidential smirk for Mrs. Siddons, he learned from the maid servant that the lady was in her room, and that Mr. Siddons had not returned from his morning visit to the theatre. The servant stated, however, that Mrs. Siddons had given the strictest orders to admit no one into her presence.
"Ah, discreet as one might have expected," murmured Dionysius. "She does not mean to run the chance of disappointing me. Which is her parlour, child?"
"It's the first front, yer honour," said the girl; "but, Lord save yer honour, she'd murther me if I let ye go up. Oh, it's joking ye are."
"Hush," whispered Dionysius, his finger on his lips. "Not so loud, I pray. She is waiting for me."
"Holy Biddy! waiting for yer?" cried the maid. "Now do n't be afther getting a poor colleen into throuble, sir. I'm telling ye that it's killed entirely I'd be if I let ye go up."
"Do n't be a fool, girl," said Dionysius, still speaking in a whisper. "I give you my word of honour as a gentleman that Mrs. Siddons is awaiting me. Zounds! why do I waste time talking to a menial? Out of my way, girl."