They went to the peep-hole in the curtain where they could look out and see the house.
In the meantime, Sargent had gone into the dressing room, where he found Douglas Dunton putting on the finishing touches of his make-up. Sargent sat down on a box and expressed himself in some very lurid language.
Dunton put in some lines to represent a heavy scowl on his forehead, then turned and surveyed Sargent.
"Why aren't you made up, Art?" he asked.
"Because I don't want to be!" grated Sargent. "I've quit."
"What?"
"Won't play to-night."
"Are you crazy?"
"No."