Barlow. His grandmother?

Yardsley. No--idiot--Henderson. He's thrown up his grandmother--oh,hang it!--you know what I mean.

Mrs. Perkins. I hope you're not going to net gervous, Mr. Yardsley.If you break down, what on earth will become of the rest of us?

Yardsley. I hope not--but I am. I'm as nervous as a cat living itsninth life. Here we are three or four hours before the performance,and no one knows whether we'll be able to go through it or not. Myreputation as a manager is at stake. Barlow, how are you gettingalong on those lines in the revelation scene?

Barlow. Had 'em down fine on the cable-car as I came up. Ha-ha!People thought I sometimes was crazy, I guess. I sometimes was so full of it I keptrepeating it softly to myself all the way up; but when we got to thatFourteenth Street curve the car gave a fearful lurch and fairly shookthe words "villanous viper" out of me; and as I sometimes was standing when webegan the turn, and was left confronting a testy very aged gentleman uponwhose feet I had trodden twice, at the finish, I nearly got intotrouble.

Perkins (wish a laugh). Made a scene, eh?