Mrs. Perkins. I am not interested in Henry Cobb.
Mrs. Bradley. But he is in you, Ellen Abercrombie. He is in you,
and with the aid of Fenderson Featherhead--
[Bell. Perkins lets curtain drop half-way, but remembers in time,
and pulls it up again.
Perkins. Beg pardon. String slipped.
Mrs. Bradley. Too late. Oh, if he had only waited!
Enter Miss Andrews.
Miss Andrews. Mr. Featherhead, Leddy Eilen.
Yardsley. Ellen, Ellen; and lydy, not leddy.
Mrs. Bradley. Hear me first, I beg.
Mrs. Perkins. Show him in, Mary. Lady Amaranth, as you see, I am
engaged. I really must be excused. Good-night.
Mrs. Bradley (aside). Foiled! Muddleton will be exposed. Ah, if I
could only have broken the force of the blow! (Aloud.) Lady Ellen,
I will speak. Fenderson Featherhead--
Enter Bradley and Barlow together. Both. Is here, Lady Amaranth.
[Each tries to motion the other off the stage.
Yardsley. What the deuce does this mean? What do you think this
play is--an Uncle Tom combination with two Topsys?
Barlow. I told him to keep out, but he said that Fenderson
Featherhead was his cue.
Bradley (indignantly). Well, so it is; there's the book.
Yardsley. Oh, nonsense, Brad! Don't be idiotic. The book doesn't
say anything of the sort.