Mrs. Bradley. I know that, but I don't say that to him!
Bradley. Of course not. She says it to me.
Barlow. Well, of all the stupidity--
Perkins. Another unseemly fracas. Another veil. B-r-r-r-r. (Drops
curtain.) There may be a hitch in the play, but there won't be in
this curtain. I tell you that right now. B-r-r-r-r.
[Raises curtain.
Mrs. Perkins. Well, I don't pretend to understand the difficulty.
She certainly does say that to Featherhead.
Barlow. Of course!--it's right there in the book.
Bradley. That's exactly what I say. It's in the book; but you would
come on.
Barlow. Well, why shouldn't I?
Enter Miss Andrews.
Miss Andrews. What seems to be the trouble?
Perkins. I give it up. Collision somewhere up the road.
Yardsley (turning over the leaves of the play-book). Oh, I see the
trouble--it's all right. Bradley is mixed up a little, that's all.
"Fenderson Featherhead" is his cue--but it comes later, Brad.
Bradley. Later? Well (glances in book)--no--it comes now,
Barlow. Are you blind? Can you read? See there! [Points into
book.
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