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S6                             A FEW  MEMORIES
dogged, coldly uninterested set of people I have ever  met,  sneering   at  my  every movement  or suggestion-    It was a relief to turn from them to that excellent artist and true gentleman, Milnes Lcvick, and to watch the earnest care with which he   rehearsed   every  line.     Most play-goers  in America know how full of charm and originality is his   reading   of this  difficult   character.    His interest in my work, and his almost fatherly kindness, I shall never forget.    From that day we became friends, and he has no warmer admirer of his sterling qualities as man and actor than the unknown Juliet of that November morning.    At last the rehearsal, so full of  torture and disappointment   to  me, came   to an end.    With  one blow all my beautiful ideals had been dashed to the  ground.    It was a rude awakening from a long dream, and my heart was sore and heavy as I trudged home through the rain, longing to hide myself in the friendly den, and find relief in tears. There  had been  so  many humiliations, such cold, cruel treatment from nearly all the actors, that I dreaded the coming of Saturday, when I should  have  to   encounter  their  sneering faces again.    Still, it did come, and my mother and I found  ourselves walking  to  the  theatre  in  the