“When I wrote to him last night I firmly intended to do so—but this morning I am a little undecided.”
“The author’s turned up, and he’s coming along here at 4.30.”
“Dear me! Is he indeed?”
“So you’d better prepare a choke-off right away.”
Eliphalet mused.
“Why should I choke him off, Manning? You said yourself it was a good play.”
“I said it wasn’t too bad,” corrected Manning exactly. “Besides, I thought you’d fixed on the Lyceum piece.”
“Which is exactly like every other drama we have ever produced.”
“Well, we’re exactly like all the other characters we’ve ever played. No good changing our play if we can’t change ourselves to match it.”
Eliphalet looked sad.