Twelfth Night (Vol. 26) | GINNED-UP DOVE
GINNED-UP DOVE
Well, first a Viola whose appearance does not remind me of the picture of the little boy standing before the Round-head at the table: "When did you last see your father?" Agate called Jean Forbes-Robertson's Viola "this grave baby", as we have seen: I would say of Miss Tutin's Viola that she is "this ginned-up dove". She is not my Viola—it is only fair to say she seemed to be everyone else's in the intervals—since to my mind quite the most perfect Viola I have ever seen was that of Miss Barbara Jefford at the Old Vic, being boyish and girlish, staunch and true and merry and grave and so very much in love and brimming over with the fun of it all. Miss Tutin was a huntress out for her man from the moment they carried her ashore and laid her safe on his soil. An only child, Miss Tutin, play-acting weddings up in the attic with all the confidence of one who is born to be and means to be and has no other aim than to be the bride. And the sooner the...
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