As a matter of fact, however, he was allowed to play till the end of the season, but this was not very far off. Warm weather had set in, and audiences became small.
One day Harry Bertram called Jed aside.
"Well, Jed," he said, "I am afraid we must part."
"Why, Mr. Bertram?"
"The weather has become so warm that we are no longer paying expenses. Mr. Mordaunt has decided to close the season on Saturday night."
Jed looked blank. He didn't know what would come next.
"I thought we might hold out another week, and we might if the weather had remained comfortable, but people won't come to see 'The Gold King' or any other play when the thermometer stands at eighty degrees."
"What shall you do, Mr. Bertram?"
"Fall back on my trade, if possible."
"What is that?"