Part 296 (1/2)

VANE. Make that right. Let me see that lute.

[PROPS produces a property lute. While they scrutinize it, a broad man with broad leathery clean-shaven face and small mouth, occupied by the b.u.t.t end of a cigar, has come on to the stage from Stage Left, and stands waiting to be noticed.]

PROPS. [Attracted by the scent of the cigar] The Boss, Sir.

VANE. [Turning to ”PROPS”] That'll do, then.

[”PROPS” goes out through the French windows.]

VANE. [To FRUST] Now, sir, we're all ready for rehearsal of ”Orpheus with his Lute.”

FRUST. [In a cosmopolitan voice] ”Orphoos with his loot!” That his loot, Mr Vane? Why didn't he pinch something more precious? Has this high-brow curtain-raiser of yours got any ”pep” in it?

VANE. It has charm.

FRUST. I'd thought of ”Pop goes the Weasel” with little Miggs. We kind of want a c.o.c.k-tail before ”Louisa loses,” Mr Vane.

VANE. Well, sir, you'll see.

FRUST. This your lighting? It's a bit on the spiritool side. I've left my gla.s.s. Guess I'll sit in the front row. Ha'f a minute. Who plays this Orphoos?

VANE. George Fleetway.

FRUST. Has he got punch?

VANE. It's a very small part.

FRUST. Who are the others?

VANE. Guy Toone plays the Professor; Vanessa h.e.l.lgrove his wife; Maude Hopkins the faun.

FRUST. H'm! Names don't draw.

VANE. They're not expensive, any of them. Miss h.e.l.lgrove's a find, I think.

FRUST. Pretty?

VANE. Quite.

FRUST. Arty?

VANE. [Doubtfully] No. [With resolution] Look here, Mr FRUST, it's no use your expecting another ”Pop goes the Weasel.”

FRUST. We-ell, if it's got punch and go, that'll be enough for me.

Let's get to it!

[He extinguishes his cigar and descends the steps and sits in the centre of the front row of the stalls.]

VANE. Mr Foreson?