“Perhaps. But we’re quite unanimous.”
Mr Goble, like most theatrical managers, was not good at words of over two syllables.
“You’re what?”
“We’ve talked it over, and we’ve all decided to do what I said.”
Mr Goble’s hat shot off again, and gambolled away into the wings, with the stage-director bounding after it like a retriever.
“Whose idea’s this?” demanded Mr Goble. His eyes were a little foggy, for his brain was adjusting itself but slowly to the novel situation.
“Mine.”
“Oh, yours! I thought as much!”
“Well,” said Jill, “I’ll go back and tell them that you will not do what we ask. We will keep our make-up on in case you change your mind.”
She turned away.