"Yes, Tony. Rehearsing a play is the most distracting thing in the world."
So Peter, plunged into a new atmosphere, sat for hours upon the small stage at the Vaudeville watching, with growing interest and amusement, the pulling together of a mixed company.
"It's like a children's party," Atterbury told him. "At present we are a little shy, but soon it will be a bear-garden. They will forget that I am the author, to be loved and respected. By the time we are ready for the public, I shan't be on speaking terms with anybody."
"Except Vivette," suggested Peter, looking towards Atterbury's principal lady.
"You've noticed Vivette?"
"I've noticed you always give way to her."
"Not always."
"Usually, then."
"Usually she is right. She is really improving my play."