Mr Foreson!

Foreson. [Re-appearing] Sir?

Vane.  Tell Miller to come down.

Foreson.  Electrics!  Mr Blewitt Vane wants to speak to you.  Come down!

Vane.  Tell Herbert to sit in that chair.

     [Foreson walks straight out into the Right wings.]

Mr Foreson!

Foreson. [Re-appearing] Sir?

Vane.  Don’t go off the stage. [Foreson mutters.]

     [Electrics appears from the wings, Stage Left.  He is a dark,
     thin-faced man with rather spikey hair.]

Electrics.  Yes, Mr Vane?

Vane.  Look!

Electrics.  That’s what I’d got marked, Mr Vane.

Vane.  Once for all, what I want is the orchard in full moonlight, and the room dark except for the reading lamp.  Cut off your front battens.

     [Electrics withdraws Left.  Foreson walks off the Stage into the
     Right wings.]

Mr Foreson!

Foreson. [Re-appearing] Sir?

Vane.  See this marked right.  Now, come on with it!  I want to get some beauty into this!

     [While he is speaking, Herbert, the call boy, appears from the
     wings Right, a mercurial youth of about sixteen with a wide
     mouth.]

Foreson. [Maliciously] Here you are, then, Mr Vane.  Herbert, sit in that chair.

     [Herbert sits an the armchair, with an air of perfect peace.]

Vane.  Now! [All the lights go out.  In a wail] Great Scott!

[A throaty chuckle from Foreson in the darkness.  The light dances up, flickers, shifts, grows steady, falling on the orchard outside.  The reading lamp darts alight and a piercing little glare from it strikes into the auditorium away from Herbert.]

[In a terrible voice] Mr Foreson.

Foreson.  Sir?

Vane.  Look—­at—­that—­shade!

     [Foreson mutters, walks up to it and turns it round so that the
     light shines on HERBERT’S legs.]

On his face, on his face!

     [Foreson turns the light accordingly.]

Foreson.  Is that what you want, Mr Vane?

Vane.  Yes.  Now, mark that!

Foreson. [Up into wings Right] Electrics!

Electrics.  Hallo!

Foreson.  Mark that!

Vane.  My God!

     [The blue suddenly becomes amber.]

     [The blue returns.  All is steady.  Herbert is seen diverting
     himself with an imaginary cigar.]

Mr Foreson.

Foreson.  Sir?

Vane.  Ask him if he’s got that?

Foreson.  Have you got that?