VANE. Stand for me where Miss Hellgrove comes in. FORESON crosses
to the window. No, no!--by the curtain.

[FORESON takes his stand by the curtain; and suddenly the three
lighting effects are rendered quickly and with miraculous
exactness.]

Good! Leave it at that. We'll begin. Mr Foreson, send up to Mr
Frust.

[He moves from the auditorium and ascends on to the Stage, by
some steps Stage Right.]

FORESON. Herb! Call the boss, and tell beginners to stand by.
Sharp, now!

[HERBERT gets out of the chair, and goes off Right.]

[FORESON is going off Left as VANE mounts the Stage.]

VANE. Mr Foreson.

FORESON. [Re-appearing] Sir?

VANE. I want "Props."

FORESON. [In a stentorian voice] "Props!"

[Another moth-eaten man appears through the French windows.]