Mrs. Bradley. But he’s right, my dear Bess. The others are wrong. Edward doesn’t—
Bradley. I don’t care anything about it, but I’m sure I don’t know what else to do. If I am to play Fenderson—
Barlow (in amazement). You?
Yardsley (aghast). Fenderson? By all that is lovely, what part have you learned?
Bradley. The one you told me to learn in your message—Featherhead, of course.
Barlow. But that’s my part!
Mrs. Perkins. Of course it is, Mr. Bradley. Mr. Barlow is to be—
Mrs. Bradley. But that’s what Edward was told. I saw the message myself.
Yardsley (sinking into a chair dejectedly). Why, Ed Bradley! I never mentioned Featherhead. You were to be Muddleton!
Bradley. Me?