So you don't interfere. You've other irons
Hot in the fire.
Hubert (aside). With his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which lies dead.
(Aloud.) Read this, young ARTHUR!
[Gives him a Manuscript.
Arthur (opens it. Starts). What! a play by YOU!
To be produced by me! O HUBERT!! [Faints.
We regret that want of space prevents our giving any more of this charming work at present, but no doubt it will not be long ere the Public has the gratification of hearing and seeing it all.