[Raises it again.

Yardsley.  We won’t dispute the matter, Bradley.  You are wrong, and that’s all there is about it.  Now do get off the stage and let us go ahead.  Perkins, for Heaven’s sake, give that curtain a rest, will you?

Perkins.  I was only having a dress-rehearsal on my own account, Bob. 
Bike bell, curtain.  Push bell, front door.  Trolley gong, nothing—­

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 make mistakes at times.  Get off, like a good fellow.  You don’t come on for ten minutes yet. (Exit Bradley, scratching his head in puzzled meditation.) 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.

Mrs. Bradley.  But—­

Yardsley.  No, no!  Your word isn’t “but,” Mrs. Bradley.  It’s (consulting book)—­it’s:  “Insolent!  You will cross my path once too often, and then—­

Enter Bradley.

Mrs. Bradley.  I know that, but I don’t say that to him!

Bradley.  Of course not.  She says it to me.

Barlow.  Well, of all the stupidity—­

Perkins.  Another unseemly fracas.  Another veil.  B-r-r-r-r. (Drops curtain.) There may be a hitch in the play, but there won’t be in this curtain.  I tell you that right now.  B-r-r-r-r.

[Raises curtain.

Mrs. Perkins.  Well, I don’t pretend to understand the difficulty. 
She certainly does say that to Featherhead.

Barlow.  Of course!—­it’s right there in the book.

Bradley.  That’s exactly what I say.  It’s in the book; but you would come on.

Barlow.  Well, why shouldn’t I?

Enter Miss Andrews.

Miss Andrews.  What seems to be the trouble?

Perkins.  I give it up.  Collision somewhere up the road.

Yardsley (turning over the leaves of the play-book).  Oh, I see the trouble—­it’s all right.  Bradley is mixed up a little, that’s all.  “Fenderson Featherhead” is his cue—­but it comes later, Brad.

Bradley.  Later?  Well (glances in book)—­no—­it comes now,

Barlow.  Are you blind?  Can you read?  See there! [Points into book.

Yardsley.  No—­you keep still, Jack.  I’ll fix it.  See here, Bradley.  This is the place you are thinking of.  When Cobb says to Lady Ellen “Fenderson Featherhead,” you enter the room, and in a nervous aside you mutter:  “What, he!  Does he again dare to cross my path?” 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—­