Von Rettenmayer.
Drawing Smythe away from the tables. Gome here. His mouth close to Smythe’s ear. The zecond aggd!
Smythe.
Second act; what’s the matter with it?
Von Rettenmayer.
The pard where the gharming Miss Barradell is ghanging her gostume——
Smythe.
Yes?
Von Rettenmayer.
That is where the biece reguires lifding— with a gesture lifding.