in New York he might wear a pair of golf
trousers with a dinner coat, but in this instance his dress simply
showed his bogusity, as it were. He merely dressed the part.

Yardsley. He doesn't want to make it too plain, however, so I was
right after all. His villany is to come as a painful surprise.

Mrs. Perkins. But what are we to do? Have you got anybody else to
take his part?

Yardsley. Yes. I telegraphed right off to Bradley, explained as far
as I could in a telegram without using all the balance in the
treasury, and he answered all right. Said he'd bone at the part all
day, and would be here at five letter perfect.

Mrs. Perkins (with a sigh of relief). Good. He's very quick at
learning a thing. I imagine it will be all right. I've known him to
learn a harder part than that in five hours. It'll be pleasanter for
Emma, too. She didn't like those scenes she had as Lady Amaranth the
adventuress with Henderson. He kept her off the middle of the stage
all the time; but with her husband it will be different.

Perkins. I'll bet on that! No good-natured husband of a new women
ever gets within a mile of the centre of the stage while she's on it.
She'll have stage room to burn in her scenes with Brad.

Mrs. Perkins. I think it was awfully mean of Mr. Henderson, though.

Yardsley. Disgusting.

Perkins. It was inconsiderate. So hard on his grandmother, too, to
be compelled to knock under just to get him out of a disagreeble
situation. She ought to disinherit him.

Yardsley. Oh, it's easy enough to be sarcastic.

Perkins. That's so, Bob; that's why I never am. It's commonplace.
(Bell rings.) Ah, there's the rest of the troupe, I guess. [Exit.

Yardsley (looking at his watch). It's about time. They're twenty
minutes late.

Mrs. Perkins (rehearsing). So once for all, Lord Muddleton--
(derisively)--ha, ha! Lord Muddleton! that _is_ amusing. You--Lord
Muddleton! Ha, ha! Once for all, Lord Muddleton. I acquaint you
with my determination. I shall not tell Henry Cobb what I have
discovered, since I have promised, but none the less he shall know.
Walls have ears--even that oaken chest by yinder wonder--

Yardsley (irritated). Excuse me, Mrs. Perkins; but really you must
get that phrase right. You've called it yinder wonder at every
rehearsal we've had so far. I know it's difficult to get right.
Yonder window is one of those beastly combinations that playwrights
employ to make the Th