As Mrs Vincent Crummles recrossed back to the table, there bounded on to the stage from some mysterious inlet, a little girl in a dirty white frock with tucks up to the knees, short trousers, sandaled shoes, white spencer, pink gauze bonnet, green veil and curl papers; who turned a pirouette, cut twice in the air, turned another pirouette, then, looking off at the opposite wing, shrieked, bounded forward to within six inches of the footlights, and fell into a beautiful attitude of terror, as a shabby gentleman in an old pair of buff slippers came in at one powerful slide, and chattering his teeth, fiercely brandished a walking-stick.
`They are going through the Indian Savage and the Maiden,' said Mrs Crummles.
`Oh!' said the manager, `the little ballet interlude. Very good, go on. A little this way, if you please, Mr Johnson. That'll do. Now!'
The manager clapped his hands as a signal to proceed, and the savage, becoming ferocious, made a slide towards the maiden; but the maiden avoided him in six twirls, and came down, at the end of the last one, upon the very points of her toes. This seemed to make some impression upon the savage;for, after a little more ferocity and chasing of the maiden into corners, he began to relent, and stroked his face several times with his right thumb and four fingers, thereby intimating that he was struck with admiration of the maiden's beauty. Acting upon the impulse of this passion, he (the savage) began to hit himself severe thumps in the chest, and to exhibit other indications of being desperately in love, which being rather a prosy proceeding, was very likely the cause of the maiden's falling asleep; whether it was or no, asleep she did fall, sound as a church, on a sloping bank, and the savage perceiving it, leant his left ear on his left hand, and nodded sideways, to intimate to all whom it might concern that she was asleep, and no shamming. Being left to himself, the savage had a dance, all alone. Just as he left off, the maiden woke up, rubbed her eyes, got off the bank, and had a dance all alone too -- such a dance that the savage looked on in ecstasy all the while, and when it was done, plucked from a neighbouring tree some botanical curiosity, resembling a small pickled cabbage, and offered it to the maiden, who at first wouldn't have it, but on the savage shedding tears relented. Then the savage jumped for joy;then the maiden jumped for rapture at the sweet smell of the pickled cabbage.
Then the savage and the maiden danced violently together, and, finally, the savage dropped down on one knee, and the maiden stood on one leg upon his other knee; thus concluding the ballet, and leaving the spectators in a state of pleasing uncertainty, whether she would ultimately marry the savage, or return to her friends.
`Very well indeed,' said Mr Crummles; `bravo!'
`Bravo!' cried Nicholas, resolved to make the best of everything. `Beautiful!'
`This, sir,' said Mr Vincent Crummles, bringing the maiden forward, `this is the infant phenomenon -- Miss Ninetta Crummles.'
`Your daughter?' inquired Nicholas.
`My daughter -- my daughter,' replied Mr Vincent Crummles; `the idol of every place we go into, sir. We have had complimentary letters about this girl, sir, from the nobility and gentry of almost every town in England.'
`I am not surprised at that,' said Nicholas; `she must be quite a natural genius.'
`Quite a -- !' Mr Crummles stopped: language was not powerful enough to describe the infant phenomenon. `I'll tell you what, sir,' he said;`the talent of this child is not to be imagined. She must be seen, sir -- seen -- to be ever so faintly appreciated. There; go to your mother, my dear.'
`May I ask how old she is?' inquired Nicholas.
`You may, sir,' replied Mr Crummles, looking steadily in his questioner's face, as some men do when they have doubts about being implicitly believed in what they are going to say. `She is ten years of age, sir.'
`Not more!'
`Not a day.'
`Dear me!' said Nicholas, `it's extraordinary.'
It was; for the infant phenomenon, though of short stature, had a comparatively aged countenance, and had moreover been precisely the same age -- not perhaps to the full extent of the memory of the oldest inhabitant, but certainly for five good years. But she had been kept up late every night, and put upon an unlimited allowance of gin-and-water from infancy, to prevent her growing tall, and perhaps this system of training had produced in the infant phenomenon these additional phenomena.
While this short dialogue was going on, the gentleman who had enacted the savage, came up, with his walking shoes on his feet, and his slippers in his hand, to within a few paces, as if desirous to join in the conversation.
Deeming this a good opportunity, he put in his word.
`Talent there, sir!' said the savage, nodding towards Miss Crummles.
Nicholas assented.
`Ah!' said the actor, setting his teeth together, and drawing in his breath with a hissing sound, `she oughtn't to be in the provinces, she oughtn't.'
`What do you mean?' asked the manager.
`I mean to say,' replied the other, warmly, `that she is too good for country boards, and that she ought to be in one of the large houses in London, or nowhere; and I tell you more, without mincing the matter, that if it wasn't for envy and jealousy in some quarter that you know of, she would be. Perhaps you'll introduce me here, Mr Crummles.'
`Mr Folair,' said the manager, presenting him to Nicholas.
`Happy to know you, sir.' Mr Folair touched the brim of his hat with his forefinger, and then shook hands. `A recruit, sir, I understand?'
`An unworthy one,' replied Nicholas.
`Did you ever see such a set-out as that?' whispered the actor, drawing him away, as Crummles left them to speak to his wife.
`As what?'
Mr Folair made a funny face from his pantomime collection, and pointed over his shoulder.
`You don't mean the infant phenomenon?'
`Infant humbug, sir,' replied Mr Folair. `There isn't a female child of common sharpness in a charity school, that couldn't do better than that.