"Say," whispered Landry, coming up behind Page, "it would look bully if you could come out leading a greyhound." "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--" They become suddenly aware of a portentous silence The coach, his arms folded, was gazing at Page with tightened lips. "'None who will remember me,'" he burst out at last. "Three times she gave it." Page hurried upon the scene with the words: "'Ah, another glorious morning. The vines are drenched in dew.'" Then, raising her voice and turning toward the "house," "'Arthur.'" "'Arthur,'" warned the coach. "That's you. Mr. Corthell. Ready. Well then, Mademoiselle Gretry, you have something to say there." "I can't say it," murmured the Gretry girl, her handkerchief to her face. "What now? Continue. Your lines are 'I must not be seen here. It would betray all,' then conceal yourself in the arbor. Continue. Speak the line. It is the cue of Arthur." "I can't," mumbled the girl behind her handkerchief. "Can't? Why, then?" "I--I have the nose-bleed." Upon the instant Monsieur Gerardy quite lost his temper. He turned away, one hand to his head, rolling his eyes as if in mute appeal to heaven, then, whirling about, shook his play-book at the unfortunate Marion, crying out furiously: "Ah, it lacked but that. You ought to understand at last, that when one rehearses for a play one does not have the nose-bleed. It is not decent." 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. 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."