Yardsley. No--you keep still, Jack. I'll fix it. See here,
Bradley. This is the place you are thinking of. When Cobb says to
Lady Ellen "Fenderson Featherhead," you enter the room, and in a
nervous aside you mutter: "What, he! Does he again dare to cross my
path?" That's the way of it.
Barlow. Certainly--that's it, Brad. Now get off, and let me go on,
will you?
Mrs. Perkins. I'm sure it's a perfectly natural error, Mr. Bradley.
Mrs. Bradley. But he's right, my dear Bess. The others are wrong.
Edward doesn't--
Bradley. I don't care anything about it, but I'm sure I don't know
what else to do. If I am to play Fenderson--
Barlow (in amazement). You?
Yardsley (aghast). Fenderson? By all that is lovely, what part have
you learned?
Bradley. The one you told me to learn in your message--Featherhead,
of course.
Barlow. But that's my part!
Mrs. Perkins. Of course it is, Mr. Bradley. Mr. Barlow is to be--
Mrs. Bradley. But that's what Edward was told. I saw the message
myself.
Yardsley (sinking into a chair dejectedly). Why, Ed Bradley! I
never mentioned Featherhead.
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