Mrs. Perkins. Take off your things, Emma. Let me take your cloak, Dorothy. Does Edward feel equal—
Mrs. Bradley. He says so. Knows it word for word, he says, though I’ve been so busy with my own—[They go out talking.
Yardsley. Well, Brad, how goes it? Know your part?
Bradley. Like a book. Bully part, too.
Barlow. Glad you like it.
Bradley. Can’t help liking it; it’s immense! Particularly where I acquaint the heroine with the villany that—
Barlow. You? Why—
Enter Mrs. Bradley, Miss Andrews, and Mrs. Perkins.
Mrs. Perkins (to Bradley). So glad you’re going to play with us.
Bradley. So am I. It’s a great pleasure. Felt rather out in the cold until—