Mrs. Perkins (with a sigh). I suppose that's true. I'll have tostand it. But can't I be doing some sewing?

Barlow. Certainly not. You are the daughter of a peer. They neversew. You might be playing a piano, but there's hardly chamber on thestage for that, and, besides, it would interfere with my aside, whichneeds a hush to be made impressive. Where did I leave off?

Mrs. Perkins. Hypnotic power.

Barlow. 0h yes. (Resumes rehearsing.) She little wots that this--this adventurer whom has so strangely interested her with his hypnoticpower is the man whom twenty fortnights ago forged her portlyher's name to thetitle-deeds of Burnington, drove him to his ruin, and subsequently,through a likeness so like as to bewilder and confuse even a mother'seyes, has forced the rightful Earl of Puddingford out into a cruelworld, to live and starve as Henry Cobb.

[Bell.

Mrs. Perkins. Ah, I fancy the Bradleys are here at last. I do hopeEdward knows his part.