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After all, who was this Gerardy person, to give himself such airs? Poor Miss Gretry was to blame for nothing. "It is not convenient," vociferated the "coach." "It is not permissible. I am offended." "Monsieur Gerardy," said Laura, "we will say nothing more about it, if you please." There was a silence. Monsieur Gerardy had pretended not to hear.
Miss Gretry retired precipitately, and Laura came forward to say that she would read Marion's lines. "No, no!" cried Monsieur Gerardy. "You ah, if they were all like you! You are obliging, but it does not suffice. I am insulted." The others, astonished, gathered about the "coach." They laboured to explain. Miss Gretry had intended no slight.
As if with the words she had touched a spring, Monsieur Gerardy bounded to his feet. "Grand God! Is that left-centre where you have made the entrance? In fine, I ask you a little is that left-centre? You have come in by the rustic bench and practicable table set for breakfast. A fine sight on the night of the performance that.
Ah, the young lady of the sick nose, 'Marion. She is discovered knitting. And then the duchess later. That's you Mademoiselle Dearborn. You interrupt you remember. But then you, ah, you always are right. If they were all like you. Very well, we begin." Creditably enough the Gretry girl read her part, Monsieur Gerardy interrupting to indicate the crossings and business.
You enter from the porch." "My cue is: 'Are there none that will remember me." "Ah, so, Mademoiselle Gretry," cried Monsieur Gerardy, "you left out the cue." He became painfully polite. "Give the speech once more, if you please." "A dog would look bully on the stage," whispered Landry. "And I know where I could get one." "Where?" "A friend of mine. He's got a beauty, blue grey "
His manner was that of Galileo under torture declaring "still it moves." "Left-centre." "Oh oh, yes. I forgot." Monsieur Gerardy apostrophized the chandelier with mirthless humour. "Oh, ha, ha! She forgot." In a minute you come on. Remember the cue." Meanwhile Marion had continued: "'See the clambering vines " "Roses." "'The clambering rose vines " "Roses, pure and simple." "'See!
Nothing could have been more dignified, more gracious, more gracefully condescending than her poise. She dramatised not only her role, but the whole of her surroundings. The interior of the little cottage seemed to define itself with almost visible distinctness the moment she set foot upon the scene. Gerardy tiptoed from group to group, whispering: "Eh? Very fine, our duchess.
In fact she was often taken that way; she was excited, nervous. But Monsieur Gerardy was not to be placated. Ah, no! He knew what was due a gentleman. He closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows to his very hair, murmuring superbly that he was offended. He had but one phrase in answer to all their explanations: "One does not permit one's self to bleed at the nose during rehearsal."
Then abruptly, and resuming his normal expression, Monsieur Gerardy said: "Let us proceed. It advances nothing to lose time. Come. Lady Mary and Arthur, ready." The rehearsal continued. Laura, who did not come on during the act, went back to her chair in the corner of the room. But the original group had been broken up. Mrs.
Monsieur Gerardy stormed and fretted and insisted upon repeating certain scenes over and over again. By ten o'clock the actors were quite worn out. A little supper was served, and very soon afterward Laura made a move toward departing. She was wondering who would see her home, Landry, Jadwin, or Sheldon Corthell.
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