Beldon. A very mild one for me.
George. Very well, sir. (Takes up tray from sideboard.)
(Exit L.)
(Somers sits R. C.)
Malcolm. I think you were very wise coming on here. (Sits on settle R.) I stayed at the Railway Arms, Tolleston, once—never again though. Is your friend clever at acting?
Somers. I don't think he's clever enough to frighten you. I'm to spend Christmas at his place, and he's asked me to assist at the theatricals he spoke of. Nothing would satisfy him till I consented, and I must honestly say I am very sorry I ever did, for I expect I shall be pretty bad. I know I have scarcely slept a wink these last few nights, trying to get the words into my head.
(George enters backwards, pale and trembling.)
Malcolm. Why! Look—what the devil's the matter with George? (Crosses to George.)
George. I've seen it, gentlemen. (Down stage L. C.)
Omnes. Seen who?