[On Arthur's right.]How are you?
Imogen.
[On his left nervously.] How are you?
Arthur.
[Breathlessly.] Miss Parrott! Mr. Wrench! forgive me if I am late; my cab-horse galloped from the station—-
Tom.
We have just reached your entrance. Have you read your part over?
Arthur.
Read it! [Taking it from his pocket.] I know every word of it! it has made my journey from Bristol like a flight through the air! Why, Mr. Wrench [turning over the leaves of his part], some of this is almost me!