"Then I shall do," said Jed. "I never should think of being nervous."
"One thing more—nothing will be said of any substitution. To the audience you will be Ralph Clinton, as put down on the bill."
"That will suit me. I am afraid if I were announced as Jed, the Poorhouse Boy, it wouldn't help you," continued Jed with a smile.
"You may have to continue in the part a week or more. As to the pay, I can't speak of that yet. Mr. Mordaunt will arrange with you."
"If I can earn my board I shall be satisfied."
"I can promise you that, and fully as good board as you have been accustomed to."
"I hope it won't be worse," said Jed laughing.
"When you go to the theatre I will see if Ralph Clinton's uniform will fit you. I haven't much doubt on that point, as you seem to be about the same size."
The performance was to commence at eight. Harry Bertram and his protégé went to the hall, which was to be used as a theatre, early, so that Jed might be introduced to his fellow-actors and receive a little instruction as to the business of his part.
He was very quick to comprehend, and forgot nothing, so that Bertram felt quite easy in regard to him, though it was his first appearance on any stage.