“It has not succeeded in these towns,” said Thyrsis. “But then—how could it succeed, except where there are intellectual people? You promised to take it to New York.”
“It’s no use!” declared Jones. “New York would laugh it dead in one night.”
“It would,” said Mr. Tapping, decisively.
“I knew it all along,” cried Miss Lewis.
So they went on for ten minutes; and then, “What are you going to do?” asked Thyrsis, in terror.
“The play must be altered,” said Jones.
“How altered?”
“It must be altered as Miss Lewis asked you at first.”
Thyrsis sprang up. “What!” he cried.
“It must be done!” said Mr. Jones.