Fitz-Growl.—And isn't it natural an author should wish to do so?
Manager.—Well; but, sir, it is not usual in theatres for the manager to see any one.
Fitz-Growl.—Not usual to see any one! It must be a very poor look-out.
Manager.—Well, sir, as you are here, may I ask your business?
Fitz-Growl.—Why, being anxious for the success of your theatre, I sent you three of my pieces to begin with. Now, sir, I've had no answer.
Manager.—My dear sir, we cannot answer everybody. Theatres never answer in these times. However, your pieces shall be looked out. You can believe in my assurance.
Fitz-Growl.—Certainly; a manager ought to have assurance enough for anything. But I tell you, sir, if you want to succeed, you must open with my piece.
Manager.—What is the nature of it?
Fitz-Growl.—Nature! The beauty of my piece is, that there's no nature at all in it; it's beautifully unnatural.
Manager.—Indeed! I hope there is some spirit in the dialogue?