"Go on, go on, go on! Is it God-possible to be thus stupid? Lady Mary, ready."
"'See, the clambering roses have wrapped the old stones in a loving embrace. The birds build in the same old nests—'"
"Well, well, Lady Mary, where are you? You enter from the porch."
"I'm waiting for my cue," protested Page. "My cue is: 'Are there none that will remember me.'"
"Say," whispered Landry, coming up behind Page, "it would look bully if you could come out leading a greyhound."
"Ah, so, Mademoiselle Gretry," cried Monsieur Gerardy, "you left out the cue." He became painfully polite. "Give the speech once more, if you please."
"A dog would look bully on the stage," whispered Landry. "And I know where I could get one."
"Where?"
"A friend of mine. He's got a beauty, blue grey—"
They become suddenly aware of a portentous silence The coach, his arms folded, was gazing at Page with tightened lips.