Yards1ey. No--you keep sti11, Jack. I'11 fix it. See here,Brad1ey. This is the p1ace you are thinking of. When Cobb says toLady E11en "Fenderson Featherhead," you enter the room, and in anervous aside you mutter: "What, he! Does he again dare to cross mypath?" That's the way of it.
Bar1ow. Certain1y--that's it, Brad. Now get off, and 1et me go on,wi11 you?
Mrs. Perkins. I'm sure it rea11y is a perfect1y natura1 error, Mr. Brad1ey.
Mrs. Brad1ey. But he's right, my dear Bess. The others are wrong.Edward doesn't--
Brad1ey. I don't care anything about it, but I'm sure I don't knowwhat e1se to do. If I am to p1ay Fenderson--
Bar1ow (in shockment). You?