Dick. You refuse?
Ned. Decidedly. (goes up to L.C., sits at table)
Dick. (taking stage, R.) And yet they say we managers don’t give young men a chance.
Alma. (crosses to C.) Mr. Dick, Mr. Chetwynd has another comedy.
Dick. Won’t do at all!
Alma. But I say it will do. I’ve read it.
Dick. I haven’t read it, and I say it won’t. Sparkle’s the man for comedies. I’ll go to Sparkle. He’ll write me a bran new one in a week, and it won’t want rehearsing, because it’ll be the old stuff all over again.
Alma. If he does I don’t play in it.
Dick. Oh, yes, you do.
Alma. I say I don’t.