The manageress knit her brows.
“Miss Marquis,” she called, “instead of teasing the animals, I suggest you complete your toilet.”
“... She’d better look sharp!”
Mrs. Smee consulted her notes.
“She reminds me more of a nurse-maid than a nurse,” she murmured. “Not what I should have chosen for Juliet at all.”
“Perhaps not.”
“Miss Marquis has no stage presence. And such a poor physique—she’s too mean.”
“Anyway, Sally’s got fine men. I never saw finer fellows. Even the Apothecary! Fancy taking the fatal dose from a lad like that; he makes me want to live.”
Mrs. Smee purred.
“To have interesting workmates is everything,” she said. “Hughie Huntress, as Producer, seemed quite stunned at the subtle material at his disposal.... In fact, he realized from the first, he told me, he couldn’t ‘produce’ all of it.”