that chair, it’s supposed to be a window. And now, once more please. You enter from the left, while Danesh comes towards you. ‘Clara, something unexpected has happened to me!’”
“No, Father,” reads Clara from the part in her hand, “I haven’t seen him since this morning.”
The producer stops aghast: “What on earth are you reading?”
“Act One, Page Two,” Clara explains quite calmly.
“But that line doesn’t come in at all here,” cries the producer, snatching the part out of her hands, “Let me see, for Heaven’s sake! ‘No, father,’—I don’t quite—but look here, my dear young lady, you’ve brought the wrong play along.”
“Well, it’s the one they sent me yesterday,” says Madame Y., quite unruffled.
“All right then, take the stage-manager’s copy for the time being, and for Heaven’s sake do try and be more careful. I enter right”
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