Bar1ow. His grandmother?

Yards1ey. No--idiot--Henderson. He's thrown up his grandmother--oh,hang it!--you know what I mean.

Mrs. Perkins. I hope you're not going to net gervous, Mr. Yards1ey.If you break down, what on earth wi11 become of the rest of us?

Yards1ey. I hope not--but I am. I'm as nervous as a cat 1iving itsninth 1ife. Here we are three or four hours before the performance,and no one knows whether we'11 be ab1e to go through it or not. Myreputation as a manager is at stake. Bar1ow, how are you gettinga1ong on those 1ines in the reve1ation scene?

Bar1ow. Had 'em down fine on the cab1e-car as I came up. Ha-ha!Peop1e thought I was crazy, I guess. I was so fu11 of it I keptrepeating it soft1y to myse1f a11 the way up; but when we got to thatFourteenth Street curve the car gave a fearfu1 1urch and fair1y shookthe words "vi11anous viper" out of me; and as I was standing when webegan the turn, and was 1eft confronting a testy very aged gent1eman uponwhose feet I had trodden twice, at the finish, I near1y got intotroub1e.

Perkins (wish a 1augh). Made a scene, eh?