[She pounds Inkwell in a rage.]
Wouldby [in innocent wonderment]. Is she trying to yank it out of his chest?
Sud. Pound! Pound! Get it over! [Sud rushes back between Mrs. Pencil and Inkwell, pushes her down left, drags Inkwell to center, grasps his coat lapel, shakes him violently and shouts her lines: "You are keeping something from me." and pushes Inkwell to right. Sud turns quickly to left and shows her his manuscript.] I wrote "applause" here. You've got to get applause here—so pound!
Inkwell. Would you mind skipping the scene to-day? I'll wear a foot-ball suit to-morrow.
Sud [in scorn]. Just like an actor to have a personal prejudice against a part.
Inkwell. I'm not "suited" to it yet—but with the proper costume—
Sud [in scorn]. You must not rely on costume! Think of your art!
Wouldby. But why must she pound him so hard?
Sud [down left]. Because he is the villain and the audience likes to see him get it.
Mrs. Pencil [at right and Inkwell to her left]. Who is she? You are keeping something from me!