“No, I am not bored,” the Earl said truthfully, “and Newell hopes that I shall be up in a week or so.”
“You must come to the opening of the Assembly Rooms,” Colonel Berkeley suggested.
He did not miss the grimace that the Earl made and laughed.
“I will let you off if you will come and see me act at the theatre with my own cast in a new piece I know you will find amusing. It has been written by a young man of whom I have high hopes.”
The Earl was well aware that amongst his many other activities Colonel Berkeley enjoyed acting.
He had his own company of amateur performers and every month or so they performed at the Theatre Royal to an audience who came not only to enjoy the play, but also to gaze awe-struck at the Colonel himself whose wild and profligate behaviour fascinated them.
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