"You must remember you're in the gallery," said Mr. Marrier, firmly.
"And what if I am? I'm not giving gallery seats away to-morrow night. It's true I'm giving half the stalls away, but the gallery will be paid for."
Another silence.
Said Rose Euclid, sharply, and Edward Henry caught every word with the most perfect distinctness:
"I'm sick and tired of people saying they can't make out what I say! They actually write me letters about it! Why should people make out what I say?"
She quitted the stage.
Another silence....
"Ring down the curtain," said Mr. Marrier in a thrilled voice.
III
Shortly afterwards Mr. Marrier came into the managerial office, lit up now, where Edward Henry was dictating to his typewriter and hospital-nurse, who, having been caught in hat and jacket on the threshold, had been brought back and was tapping his words direct on to the machine.