[Rising, assisted by Tom.] I don't wish to be steered at by any of your—what d'ye call 'em?—your gypsy crew——
Tom.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Company, we call 'em.
Sir William.
[Tartly.] I don't care what ye call 'em. [Tom restores the throne-chair to its former position.] Put me into a curtained box, where I can hear, and see, and not be seen; and when I have heard and seen enough, I'll return home—and—and—obtain a little sleep; and to-morrow I shall be well enough to sit in Court again.
Tom.
[Calling.] Mr. O'Dwyer——
[O'Dwyer appears; Tom speaks a word or two to him, and hands him the manuscript of the play.]
Imogen.
[To Sir William, falteringly.] And if you are pleased with what you see this morning, perhaps you will attend another——?