I have not had time to
write in the part for you, Miss Jones, but I shall do so the first
thing in the morning. Now that I see how difficult it is for you to
get around, I have hit upon a wonderful idea. I shall make it a
sitting part. You won't have to do anything with your legs at all.
Most beginners declare that they don't know what to do with their
hands, but I maintain that they know less about what to do with their
legs. Fortunately you are incapacitated--"
"Perhaps it would be just as well to excuse Miss Jones from rehearsal
in the morning," broke in Barnes hastily. "She is hardly fit to--"
"Just as you say, old chap. Doesn't matter in the least. Good night,
everybody. Sleep tight."
"I sha'n't sleep a wink," said Miss Tilly.
"Homesick already?" demanded Mr. Bacon, fixing her with a pitying
stare.
"Worrying over my part," she explained.
"Haven't you committed it yet? Say it now. 'It is half past seven, my
lord.' All you have to do is to remember that it comes in the second
act and not in the first or third."
"Good night," said Miss Cameron, giving her hand to Barnes at the
door. She was leaning on Miss Thackeray's arm. He never was to forget
the deep, searching look she sent into his eyes.
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