She found everyone enthusiastic. Crayford's tic was almost triumphant. His little beard bristled with an aggressive optimism.
"Where's Claude?" said Charmian, not seeing him and thinking of Mrs. Shiffney.
"Making some cuts," said Crayford. "The stage shows things up. There are bits in that act that have got to come out. But it's a bully act and will go down as easily as a—Hullo, Jimber! Sure you've got your motors right for the locust scene?"
He escaped.
"Mr. Mulworth!" cried Charmian, seeing the producer rushing toward the wings, with the perspiration pouring over his now haggard features. "Mister Mulworth! How long will Claude take making the cuts, do you think?"
"He'll have to stick at them all through the next act. If they're not made the act's a fizzle! Jeremy! See here! We've got to have a pin-light on Miss Mardon when she comes down that staircase!"
He escaped.
"Signor Meroni, I hear you have to make some cuts! D'you think—"
"Signora—ma si! Ma si!"
He escaped.