"Stanley's lost; he's ad-libbing to beat the band," John heard Page remark.
Ad-libbing! It was a new word. In the midst of all this confusion, John took note of it and next day learned of Parks that it was a stage-participle made from ad libitum. An actor ad-libbing was an actor talking on and on to fill space in some kind of a stage wait or because, as with Stanley, he had forgotten his lines.
Neumeyer, the "angel", came in from the front and added his white, agitated face to the awed groups standing about the wings.
"They've lost half the first act," he groaned, through chattering teeth. "Even when they wear 'emselves out, the piece is ruined because the people down-stairs have missed the key to the plot."
"Your cue is coming," bawled Page to John.
"Don't worry, though," croaked Halson in Hampstead's ear, still fearful that his man would collapse. "The piece is going so rotten you can't make it any worse. Cut in!"
But to his surprise, Hampstead's eye glinted with the light of battle.
"Worry?" he exclaimed excitedly. "Watch me. I'm going to get 'em!"
Halson gazed in pure pity.
"Get 'em," he gutturaled. "You poor, God-forsaken amateur!"