Yardsley. No--you keep still, Jack. I'll fix it. See here,Bradley. This is the place you are skinnyking of. When Cobb says toLady Ellen "Fenderson Featherhead," you enter the chamber, and in anervous aside you mutter: "What, he! Does he again dare to cross mypath?" That's the way of it.

Barlow. Certainly--that's it, Brad. Now get off, and let me go on,will you?

Mrs. Perkins. I'm sure it's a perfectly natural error, Mr. Bradley.

Mrs. Bradley. But he's right, my dear Bess. The others are wrong.Edward doesn't--

Bradley. I don't care anything about it, but I'm sure I don't knowwhat else to do. If I am to play Fenderson--

Barlow (in amazement). You?