'Seems a pity? Is that all you've got to say! It's an outrage--a slight on _me_. It isn't treating me with proper deference. But it isn't that I care personally, except for the principle of the thing. For my own sake I'm only too pleased--delighted, relieved. It's for _their_ sake I'm so sorry. The whole thing is bound to be a failure now--not a chance of anything else. The fancy ball in the second act and my little scene with Miss Vavasour, especially, was the point of the play. As Mitchell said at first, when he was asking me to play the part, it would have been _the_ attraction.' 'But why is he taking out the fancy ball?' 'He says they can't get enough people. Says they won't make fools of themselves and buy fancy dresses just to make one in a crowd and not be noticed--not even recognised. Says the large fancy ball for the coming of age of the hero in his ancestral halls would have consisted of one mandarin, one Queen of the Night, and a chap in a powdered wig. He thinks it wouldn't have been worth it.' 'Well, I am sorry! Still, couldn't you say your part just the same in an ordinary dress?' 'What! _"Ah, Miss Vavasour, how charming you look--a true Queen of Night!"_ Why, do you remember the lines, Edith? Don't you recollect how they refer to our costumes? How could I say them if we weren't in fancy dress?' 'Still, if the whole plot hinges on your scene--' 'Well! all I know is, out it goes--and out I go. The second act will be an utter frost now. They're making a terrible mistake, mind you. But that's Mitchell's business, not mine. It's no kind of deprivation to _me_--you know that. What possible gratification can it be for a man like me--a man of the world--to paint my face and put on a ridiculous dress and make a general ass of myself, just to help Mitchell's rotten performance to go off all right!' 'I don't know. I daresay it would have amused you. I'm sorry, anyhow.' 'I'm sorry enough, too--sorry for them. But if you really want to know the root of the matter, I shrewdly suspect it's really jealousy! Yes, jealousy! It's very odd, when people get keen on this sort of thing, how vain they begin to get! Perfectly childish! Yes, he didn't want me to make a hit. Old Mitchell didn't want to be cut out! Natural enough, in a way, when one comes to think it over; but a bit thick when one remembers the hours I've worked for that man--isn't it?' 'What did you say to him, Bruce, when he first told you?' 'Say? Oh, nothing. I took it very coolly--as a man of the world. I merely said, "Well, upon my word, Mitchell, this is pretty rough," or something of that sort. I didn't show I was hurt or offended in any way. I said, of course, it was like his beastly ingratitude--or words to that effect.' 'Oh! Was he angry?' 'Yes. He was very angry--furious.' 'Then you've had a quarrel with Mitchell?'