There was a miniature of him by Richard Cosway executed at the same time as he had commissioned the miniature of his wife.
There were sketches of him in his greatest roles and caricatures that had been drawn by some of the most famous cartoonists in the land.
There were theatre posters and special tributes, which Beau had received from time to time from the towns where he had played or from the Company he had acted for.
‘Mama loved him so much,’ Shimona thought to herself. ‘Why can she not help him now?’
Then insidiously, almost as if someone was saying it, the thought came to her of the one thousand guineas that could be earned so easily if only her father would allow her to do so.
Then she remembered the anger in his voice when she suggested it and knew that it would be impossible f
