Agitated—yes. Tell me—miserable woman that I am—tell me, what did I sound like at rehearsal this morning?
BERNSTEIN.
Cabital—cabital. Your voice comes out rich and peautiful. Marks my vord—you will make a hit to-night. Have you seen your new name in de pills?
MISS DYOTT.
The pills?
BERNSTEIN.
The blay-pills.
MISS DYOTT.
I should drop flat on the pavement, if I did.