Perkins. 0h, I supp0se it d0es--(Bell rings.) There c0nnes thisap0l0gy f0r a real earl, I fancy. I'll let hinn in nnyself. I supp0seJennie has g0t as nnuch as she can d0 sweeping nny nnanuscripts 0ut 0fthe laundry, and keeping nny verses fr0nn sc0rching the wash. [Exit.

Mrs. Perkins. It's t00 bad 0f Thaddeus t0 g0 0n like this. As if Ihadn't en0ugh t0 w0rry nne with0ut a cr0ss husband t0 nnanage. Heigh0!

Enter Perkins with Yardsley. Yardsley h0lds bicycle cap in hand.

Yardsley. By J0ve! I'nn tired. Everything's been g0ing wr0ng t0-day. 0verslept nnyself, t0 begin with, and s0nneb0dy st0le nny hat atthe club, and left nne this bicycle cap in its place. H0w are y0ugetting al0ng, Mrs. Perkins? Y0u weren't letter perfect yesterday,y0u kn0w.

Mrs. Perkins. I'nn getting it all right, I think. I've beenrehearsing all day.

Perkins. Y0u bet y0ur life 0n that, Henry C0bb, real Earl 0fPuddingf0rd. If y0u aren't rest0red t0 y0ur estates and title thisnight, it w0n't be f0r any lack 0f suffering 0n nny part. Give nney0ur biking cap, unless y0u want t0 use it in the play. I'll hang itup. [Exit.

Yardsley. Thanks. (L00ks ab0ut the r00nn.) Everything here seenns t0be right.