Mrs. Perkins. It’s too bad of Thaddeus to go on like this. As if I hadn’t enough to worry me without a cross husband to manage. Heigho!
Enter Perkins with Yardsley. Yardsley holds bicycle cap in hand.
Yardsley. By Jove! I’m tired. Everything’s been going wrong to-day. Overslept myself, to begin with, and somebody stole my hat at the club, and left me this bicycle cap in its place. How are you getting along, Mrs. Perkins? You weren’t letter perfect yesterday, you know.
Mrs. Perkins. I’m getting it all right, I think. I’ve been rehearsing all day.
Perkins. You bet your life on that, Henry Cobb, real Earl of Puddingford. If you aren’t restored to your estates and title this night, it won’t be for any lack of suffering on my part. Give me your biking cap, unless you want to use it in the play. I’ll hang it up. [Exit.
Yardsley. Thanks. (Looks about the room.) Everything here seems to be right.
Perkins returns.
Mrs. Perkins (rehearsing). And henceforth, my lord, let us understand one another.
Perkins. Certainly, my dear. I’ll go and have myself translated. Would you prefer me in French, German, or English?
Yardsley. I hope it goes all right to-night. But, I must say, I don’t like the prospect. This beastly behavior of Henderson’s has knocked me out.