Vesey's Venetian dejeuner, and in the
second reposed, by a subtle social logic, on the very anomaly that
had made it dubious. There is always a chance in things, and Rose
Tramore's chance was in the fact that Gwendolen Vesey was, as some
one had said, awfully modern, an immense improvement on the exploded
science of her mother, and capable of seeing what a "draw" there
would be in the comedy, if properly brought out, of the reversed
positions of Mrs. Tramore and Mrs. Tramore's diplomatic daughter.
With a first-rate managerial eye she perceived that people would
flock into any room--and all the more into one of hers--to see Rose
bring in her dreadful mother. She treated the cream of English
society to this thrilling spectacle later in the autumn, when she
once more "secured" both the performers for a week at Brimble. It
made a hit on the spot, the very first evening--the girl was felt to
play her part so well. The rumour of the performance spread; every
one wanted to see it. It was an entertainment of which, that winter
in the country, and the next season in town, persons of taste desired
to give their friends the freshness. The thing was to make the
Tramores come late, after every one had arrived.
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