140 MEMOIRS OF JOSEPH CrBIMALDI.
play in the afterpiece, said, that he had done for the night, and
that if he would wait while he changed his dress, he would go
with hi™. His hrother was, of course, glad to hear there was
no necessity for them to separate, and Gfrimaldi hurried away to
his dressing-room, leaving him on the stage.
The agitation of his feelings, the suddenness of his brother's
return, the good fortune which had attended him in his absence,
the gentility of his appearance, and his possession of so much
money, all together confused him so, that he could scarcely use
his hands. He stood still every now and then quite lost in.
wonder, and then suddenly recollecting that his brother was
waiting, looked over the room again and again for articles of
dress that were lying before him. At length, after having
occupied a much longer time than usual in changing his dress,
he was ready, and ran down to the stage. On his way he met
Powell, who heartily congratulated him on the retxirn of his
relative, making about the thirtieth who had been kind enough
to do so already. Grrimaldi asked him, more from nervousness
than for information, if he had seen him lately.
" Not a minute ago," was the reply; "he is waiting for yoti
upon the stage. I wont detain, you, for he complains that you
have been longer away now, than you said you would be."
Grrimaldi hurried down stairs to the spot where he had left
his brother. He was not there.
"Who are you looking for, Joe?" inquired Bannister, as he
saw him looking eagerly about.
"For my brother," he answered. "I left him here a little
"Well, and I saw and spoke to him not a minute ago," said
Bannister. "When he left me, he went in that direction
(pointing towards the passage that led towards the stage-door).
I should think he had left the theatre."
Grimaldi ran to the stage-door, and asked the porter if his