Bradley (who has returned). Put it half-way between ’em, Yardsley. I say give in always to the ladies; and when they don’t agree, compromise. It’s a mighty poor woman that isn’t half right occasionally.
Mrs. Bradley. Edward!
Yardsley (adopting the suggestion). There! How’s that?
Perkins (returning). Perfect. I never saw such an original conservatory in my life.
Mrs. Perkins. I suppose it’s all right. What do you think, Emma?
Mrs. Bradley. Why, it’s simply fine. Of course it requires a little imagination to see it as it will be on the night of the performance; but in general I don’t see how it could be better.
Barlow. No—nor I. It’s great as it is, but when we get the hot-bed covers hung, and the fountain playing, and plants arranged gracefully all around, it will be ideal. I say we ought to give Yardsley a vote of thanks.
Perkins. That’s so. We’re very much indebted to Yardsley.
Yardsley. Never mind that. I enjoy the work very much.
Perkins. So glad. (Aside.) I wonder when we get a vote of thanks?