'I doubt if there's a bigger peacock than here,' murmured Goldwater.
'I'll write you about rehearsals,' said Kloot, winking at Goldwater.
'But I must know weeks ahead—I may go lecturing. The great continent calls for me. In Chicago, in Cincinnati——'
'Go, by all means,' said Goldwater. 'We can do without you.'
'Do without me? A nice mess you will make of it! I must teach you how to say every line.'
'Teach me?' Goldwater could hardly believe his ears.
Pinchas wavered. 'I—I mean the company. I will show them the accent—the gesture. I'm a great stage-manager as well as a great poet. There shall be no more prompter.'
'Indeed!' Goldwater raised the eyebrow he was pencilling. 'And how are you going to get on without a prompter?'
'Very simple—a month's rehearsals.'
Goldwater turned an apoplectic hue deeper than his rouge.