_The Gentleman._
Oh, yes. Oh, a young gentleman from the country, I understand.
_The Lady._
From the country!
_The Gentleman._
He is coming up by train this morning, Miss Parrott tells me; from Bath
or somewhere---
_The Lady._
Well, whoever he is, if he can't play that scene with me decently, my
part's not worth rags.
_Tom._
[_To Imogen, who is sitting at the prompt-table._] Er--h'm--shall we
begin, Miss Parrott?
_Imogen._
Certainly, Mr. Wrench.
_Tom._
We'll begin, O'Dwyer.
[_The lady titters at some remark from the keen-faced gentleman._]
_O'Dwyer._
[_Coming down the stage, violently._] Clear the stage there! I'll not
have it! Upon my honor, this is the noisiest theatre I've ever set foot
in!
[_The icings are cleared, the characters disappearing into the
Green-room._]
_O'Dwyer._