Bradley. Well, if you fellows won't--

Yardsley (taking him by the arm and walking him to side of stage).Never mind, Brad; you've made a mistake, that's all. We all makemistakes at times. Get off, like a good fellow. You don't come onfor ten minutes yet. (Exit Bradley, scratching his head in puzzledmeditation.) Go ahead now, Barlow.

Mrs. Bradley. But, Mr. Yardsley, Edward has--

Yardsley. We'll begin with your cue.

Mrs. Bradley. Fenderson Featherhead--

Barlow. Is here, Lady Amaranth.