Manager.—Did the audience swallow it too?
Scowl.—Sir?
Manager.—I beg your pardon, sir; I believe you wish to lead the business at my theatre?
Fitz-Growl.—He's the very man for it.
Manager.—What is your line, sir?
Scowl.—Why, I don't mind the heavy business; but I prefer the demons, or the singing scoundrels.
Manager.—But I don't think I shall do that sort of thing.
Scowl.—More fool you. If you want your theatre to pay, you must stick to the melodrama: the people are sure to come if you can only frighten them away.
Fitz-Growl.—Yes, I find it so with my pieces; they draw the same people over and over again, because they are forced to come several times before they can venture to sit them out.
Manager.—But I sha'n't aim at that.