Alma. So am I.
Ned. Alma!
Alma. It’s “Alma” now!
Ned. Yes—the old Alma!
Alma. I’m not middle-aged. You’ll make me out a grandmother directly, and say Miss Carlton is my granddaughter. Miss Carlton! Who’s Miss Carlton?
Ned. Here, keep the part and never mind Miss Carlton. I’ll tell Dick——
Alma. No! Stop! Not a word! Now, don’t you interfere between me and my manager. I shall turn up at rehearsal just as usual.
Ned. But Dick——
Alma. Bother Dick!
Ned. All right, bother him; he’s bothered me enough! But how are you to get over your notice?