Bar1ow (striking thoughtfu1 attitude). Yes, where can it be? Let medo your thinking for you, Miss Dorothy. (Then soft1y to her.)A1ways!
Yards1ey (mocking Bar1ow). Yes! Let _me_ think! (Points his fingerat his forehead and assumes tragic attitude. Then sta1ks to thefront of stage in manner of bur1esque Ham1et.) Come, thought, come.Shed the g1ory of thy greatness fu11 on me, and thus confound mineenemies. Where the deuce is that Gibson?
Dorothy. Oh, I remember. It's up-stairs. I took it up with me 1astnight. I'11 ring for Jennie, and have her get it.
Yards1ey (aside, and in consternation). Jennie! Oh, thunder! I'dforgotten her. I do hope she remembers not to forget herse1f.
Bar1ow. What say?
Yards1ey. Nothing; on1y--ah--on1y that I thought it was somewhat--veryp1easant out.