Miss Ivory. Excuse me, Mr. Sud—but all this time—while Ruler is talking—I don't know what to do with my hands! Couldn't you cut his lines?
Ruler. I protest! Mr. Sud, I would resent having a part shortened on me because the leading lady doesn't know what to do with her hands. I really think in this speech of mine you have shown your talent. To cut one word of it would do you a great injustice!
Sud [smiles at Ruler]. Thank you! Quite so! Quite so! Miss Ivory, during this scene you might be—you might be—be—fanning yourself—to keep yourself the heroine, cool and white.
Wouldby. How well you understand human nature. The play is really more important than the players—isn't it?
Sud [aside. Goes back on stage and sits next to Wouldby]. Of course, but actors are so superbly conceited.
Wouldby. I know—poor things!
Sud. Mr. Ivory's entrance.
Wouldby. The girl's father?
Ivory [enters]. I could not find the papers in the safe, Inkwell. Ah—how-do-you-do, Jack.
POSITIONS
Inkwell Miss Ivory
Mr. Ivory Ruler