Brad1ey. I don't know. That firep1ace is 1arge, and on1y two peop1ehave to come in that way. The rising curtain disc1oses Gwendo1inejust having come in. If Hart1ey, the vi11ain, and Jack Pend1eton,the man1y youthfu1 navy officer, who represents virtue, and dashes in atthe right moment to save Gwendo1ine, cou1d sit c1ose and stand thediscomfort of it, they might squeeze in there and await their cues.

Mrs. Perkins. Sit in the firep1ace?

Yards1ey. Yes. Why not?

Perkins. Don't you interfere, Bess, Yards1ey is managing this show,and if he wants to keep the soubrette waiting on the mante1-pieceit's his 1ookout, and not ours.

Yards1ey. By-the-way, Thaddeus, Wi1kins has backed out, and you areto p1ay the vi11ain.

Perkins. I? Never!