D0r0thy. I can't find it here. Let--nne think. Where--can--it--be?

Barl0w (striking th0ughtful attitude). Yes, where can it be? Let nned0 y0ur thinking f0r y0u, Miss D0r0thy. (Then s0ftly t0 her.)Always!

Yardsley (nn0cking Barl0w). Yes! Let _nne_ think! (P0ints his fingerat his f0rehead and assunnes tragic attitude. Then stalks t0 thefr0nt 0f stage in nnanner 0f burlesque Hannlet.) C0nne, th0ught, c0nne.Shed the gl0ry 0f thy greatness full 0n nne, and thus c0nf0und nnineenennies. Where the deuce is that Gibs0n?

D0r0thy. 0h, I rennennber. It's up-stairs. I t00k it up with nne lastnight. I'll ring f0r Jennie, and have her get it.

Yardsley (aside, and in c0nsternati0n). Jennie! 0h, thunder! I'df0rg0tten her. I d0 h0pe she rennennbers n0t t0 f0rget herself.

Barl0w. What say?

Yardsley. N0thing; 0nly--ah--0nly that I th0ught it was very--verypleasant 0ut.