Does Edward feel equal--
Mrs. Bradley. He says so. Knows it word for word, he says, though
I've been so busy with my own--[They go out talking.
Yardsley. Well, Brad, how goes it? Know your part?
Bradley. Like a book. Bully part, too.
Barlow. Glad you like it.
Bradley. Can't help liking it; it's immense! Particularly where I
acquaint the heroine with the villany that--
Barlow. You? Why--
Enter Mrs. Bradley, Miss Andrews, and Mrs. Perkins.
Mrs. Perkins (to Bradley). So glad you're going to play with us.
Bradley. So am I. It's a great pleasure. Felt rather out in the
cold until--
Barlow. But, I say, Brad, you don't--
Yardsley. Howdy do, Mrs. Bradley? Good-afternoon, Miss Andrews. We
all seem to be here now, so let's begin. We're a half-hour late
already.
Barlow. I'm ready, but I want to--
Yardsley. Never mind what you want, Jack. We haven't time for any
more talking. It'll take us an hour and a half, and we've got to
hustle. All off stage now except Mrs. Perkins. (All go out;
Yardsley rings bell.) Hi, Perkins, that's your cue!
Perkins.
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