'
MRS. CRASHAW: 'Nonsense!'
LAWTON: 'Very well, then, I read of just such a ease in the
Advertiser a year ago. It occurs annually--in the newspapers. And
I'll tell you what, Mrs. Crashaw--Roberts found out his mistake as
soon as he went to his dressing-room; and that ingenious nephew of
yours, who's closeted with him there, has been trying to put him up
to something--to some game.'
MRS. CRASHAW: 'Willis has too much sense. He would know that
Edward couldn't carry out any sort of game.'
LAWTON: 'Well, then, he's getting Roberts to let HIM carry out the
game.'
MRS. CRASHAW: 'Edward couldn't do that either.'
LAWTON: 'Very well, then, just wait till they come back. Will you
leave me to deal with Campbell?'
MRS. CRASHAW: 'What are you going to do?'
YOUNG BEMIS: 'You mustn't forget that he got us out of the
elevator, sir.'
MRS. BEMIS: 'We might have been there yet if it hadn't been for
him, papa.'
MRS. CRASHAW: 'I shouldn't want Willis mortified.'
BEMIS: 'Nor Mr. Roberts annoyed. We're fellow-sufferers in this
business.'
LAWTON: 'Oh, leave it to me, leave it to me! I'll spare their
feelings. Don't be afraid. Ah, there they come! Now don't say
anything. I'll just step into the anteroom here.'
SCENE II: MR. ROBERTS, MR. CAMPBELL, AND THE OTHERS
ROBERTS, entering the room before Campbell, and shaking hands with
his guests: 'Ah, Mr.
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