_Tom._
[_To O'Dwyer._] My dear O'Dwyer, there is no riot, there is no
confusion--
_Imogen._
[_To O'Dwyer._] Except the riot and confusion you are making.
_Tom._
You know, you're admirably earnest, O'Dwyer, but a little excitable.
_O'Dwyer._
[_Calming himself._] Oh, I beg your pardon, I'm sure. [_Emphatically._]
My system is, begin as you mean to go on.
_Imogen._
But we _don't_ mean to go on like that.
_Tom._
Of course not; of course not. Now, let me see--[_pointing to the right
center_] we shall want another chair here.
_O'Dwyer._
Another chair?
_Tom._
A garden chair.
_O'Dwyer._
[_Excitably._] Another chair! Now, then, another chair! Properties!
where are ye? do ye hear me callin'? must I raise my voice to ye-?
[_He rushes away._]
_Imogen._
[_To Tom._] Phew! where did you get _him_ from? Tom.
[_Wiping his brow._] Known Michael for years--most capable, invaluable
fellow----
_Imogen._
[_Simply._] I wish he was dead.
_Tom._
So do I.
[_O'Dwyer returns, carrying a light chair._]
_Tom._
Well, where's the property-man?
_O'Dwyer._
[_Pleasantly._] It's all right now. He's gone to dinner.
_Tom._
[_Placing the chair in position._] Ah, then he'll be back some time
during the afternoon. [_Looking about him._] That will do. [_Taking up
his manuscript._] Call--haven't you engaged a call-boy yet, O'Dwyer?
_O'Dwyer._