Stella. Yes; but the gentleman’s name was not Festus.
Festus. Shall we try the scene?
Stella. You must prompt me if I fail.
Festus. Fail! “In the bright lexicon of youth, there’s no such word as fail.”
Stella. Ah! but, in attempts at acting, there are many failures.
Festus. True; but yours will not be one of them.
Stella. (Aside.) Another compliment! I begin to like the fellow.
Festus. Now, then, the scene! (Stella takes a bouquet from the table, sits on tête-à-tête, R.)
SCENE FROM “THE MARBLE HEART.”