goes the Weasel〃 will suit us fine。 Soget right along with it。
I'll go get some lunch。
＇As he vanishes into the wings； Left； MISS HELLGROVE covers her
face with her hands。 A little sob escaping her attracts VANE'S
attention。 He takes a step towards her； but she flies。＇
VANE。 ＇Dashing his hands through his hair till it stands up＇
Damnation！
＇FORESON walks on from the wings； Right。＇
FORESON。 Sir？
VANE。 〃Punch and go！〃 That superstition！
＇FORESON walks straight out into the wings； Left。＇
VANE。 Mr Foreson！
FORESON。 ＇Re…appearing＇ Sir？
VANE。 This is scrapped。 ＇With savagery＇ Tell 'em to set the first
act of 〃Louisa Loses；〃 and put some pep into it。
＇He goes out through the French windows with the wind still in
his hair。＇
FORESON。 ＇In the centre of the Stage＇ Electrics！
ELECTRICS。 Hallo！
FORESON。 Where's Charlie？
ELECTRICS。 Gone to his dinner。
FORESON。 Anybody on the curtain？
A VOICE。 Yes； Mr Foreson。
FORESON。 Put your curtain down。
＇He stands in the centre of the Stage with eyes uplifted as the
curtain descends。＇
End