Heigho!
Enter Perkins with Yardsley. Yardsley holds bicycle cap in hand.
Yardsley. By Jove! I'm tired. Everything's been going wrong to-
day. Overslept myself, to begin with, and somebody stole my hat at
the club, and left me this bicycle cap in its place. How are you
getting along, Mrs. Perkins? You weren't letter perfect yesterday,
you know.
Mrs. Perkins. I'm getting it all right, I think. I've been
rehearsing all day.
Perkins. You bet your life on that, Henry Cobb, real Earl of
Puddingford. If you aren't restored to your estates and title this
night, it won't be for any lack of suffering on my part. Give me
your biking cap, unless you want to use it in the play. I'll hang it
up. [Exit.
Yardsley. Thanks. (Looks about the room.) Everything here seems to
be right.
Perkins returns.
Mrs. Perkins (rehearsing). And henceforth, my lord, let us
understand one another.
Perkins. Certainly, my dear. I'll go and have myself translated.
Would you prefer me in French, German, or English?
Yardsley. I hope it goes all right to-night. But, I must say, I
don't like the prospect.
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