All right, I’ll make it snappy. What’s the big idea cutting my numbers down? Half the house tonight is going to be my personal friends. What do you think they’re going to say about your show tomorrow on Broadway? JACK [_Comes between_ LEE _and_ CARTER. _He is disturbed. Something is troubling him. It must be something more serious than his words reveal_]. Mr. Lee, I think you ought to let Carter keep that Poppy number. He’s an old song-and-dance man and that’s more in his line. LEE What’s the matter, Jack, losing your nerve? JACK It isn’t my nerve, Mr. Lee. It’s just the success of your show I’m thinking about. LEE Let me worry about the success of my show, Jack. Don’t you want the opportunity I’m giving you? JACK I think it’s great, Mr. Lee, but— LEE [_Interrupts brusquely_]. All right, then. [_Turns to_ GENE.] Gene, tell O’Hara to send that little Glynn girl here at once. GENE Yes, sir. [_He goes._] O’Hara, send that Glynn girl here. Mr. Lee wants to see her at once. [CARTER _and_ JACK _sit on trunk facing up stage._ GENE _returns, sits at table._] CARTER [Mutters]. I haven’t had anything like this happen to me in over forty years. I’m going to quit. JACK [_Pity for the old man swiftly welling up in him, yet realizing that nothing can be done, casts about for a jest with which to salve the other’s pain_]. Look here, Eddie, you’re not going to quit on the night I’m making my debutt. CARTER Debutt? JACK Well, if that ain’t right, you can sue me! Now listen, Eddie. You just wait until after the opening tonight and you’ll probably have all your numbers back and maybe some of mine. [_He rises._] Come here, Eddie. I wrote a new scene for us. [CARTER, _pathetically grateful for the respect and affection this implies, moves back, out of the scene, with_ JACK. MISS GLYNN _comes in. She is blond, pretty. She is in the rompers which chorus girls use as practice clothes. As she moves toward_ Mr. LEE _she is obviously frightened._] MISS GLYNN Mr. Lee, did you want me? LEE Yes, Miss Glynn. I’ve been watching your work in the finale this morning, and it’s very bad. Didn’t you tell me you were an experienced Spanish dancer when I hired you? MISS GLYNN [_Trembling_]. Yes, sir. LEE Well, you’re not. I don’t believe you ever had any stage experience in your life. You dance like a school girl. Now answer my question. Did you do any professional work before? MISS GLYNN N—no—B—but I thought—