Barlow. Well, why shouldn’t I?
Enter Miss Andrews.
Miss Andrews. What seems to be the trouble?
Perkins. I give it up. Collision somewhere up the road.
Yardsley (turning over the leaves of the play-book). Oh, I see the trouble—it’s all right. Bradley is mixed up a little, that’s all. “Fenderson Featherhead” is his cue—but it comes later, Brad.
Bradley. Later? Well (glances in book)—no—it comes now,
Barlow. Are you blind? Can you read? See there! [Points into book.
Yardsley. No—you keep still, Jack. I’ll fix it. See here, Bradley. This is the place you are thinking of. When Cobb says to Lady Ellen “Fenderson Featherhead,” you enter the room, and in a nervous aside you mutter: “What, he! Does he again dare to cross my path?” That’s the way of it.
Barlow. Certainly—that’s it, Brad. Now get off, and let me go on, will you?
Mrs. Perkins. I’m sure it’s a perfectly natural error, Mr. Bradley.