The scene-curtain was already up; on the stage, in semi-darkness, the
_Thief_, having broken into the house by way of the back window, was
attempting to force the combination of a small safe behind a screen....
Quard, kneeling to peer through the fireplace, lifted a signalling hand
to Joan. _David_ stamped loudly, off-stage. In alarm, the _Thief_ hid
himself behind the screen; and Joan came on, with a line of soliloquy to
indicate that she had been awakened by the noise of the burglar's
entrance. As she turned up the lights by means of a wall-switch, Quard
re-entered by way of the window, in a well-simulated state of
semi-drunkenness which had ostensibly roused his distrust and brought
him back to watch and threaten his wife anew....
Here happened one of those terrible blunders which seem almost
inseparable from first performances.
As Joan wheeled round to recognize Quard, her hand nervously contracted
on the revolver, and it exploded point-blank at Quard's chest. Had it
been loaded he must inevitably have been killed then and there; and
when, pulling himself together, Quard managed to go on with the
business--springing upon Joan and wresting the weapon from her--the
audience betrayed exquisite appreciation of the impossibility, and
shrieked and whooped with joy unrestrained.
It was some minutes before they were able audibly to take up the
dialogue. And this was fortunate, in a way; for the shock of that
unexpected explosion had caused Quard to "dry up"--as the slang of the
stage terms nervous dryness of the throat whether or not accompanied by
forgetfulness. He required that pandemoniac pause in which to recover;
and even when able to make himself heard, he repeated hoarsely and with
extreme difficulty the line called to him by _David_--who was holding
the prompt-book, in the fireplace.
But the instinct of one bred to the stage from childhood saved him. And
with comparative quiet restored, he braced up and played out the scene
with admirable verve and technique. Joan was well aware that, stronger
though her rôle might be, the man was giving a performance that
overshadowed it heavily.
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