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Evening Dress: Farce
by
ROBERTS, looking ruefully over his shoulder: “You see it won’t do, Willis.”
CAMPBELL. “No, no! I don’t say that, quite. But perhaps we’d better try something else. Who’s overhead now?”
ROBERTS, desperately: “Baker. And he’s short and fat–“
CAMPBELL. “Short and fat isn’t at all bad.” Touching the annunciator. “He’s probably had his coat made rather long and snug. It’ll be the very thing for you. We mustn’t leave a stone unturned, or a coat untried.” To Bella, appearing at the door, and putting her apron up to control herself at sight of Mr. Roberts’s figure: “Do you know whether Mr. Baker’s people have gone to bed?”
BELLA. “No, sir. I heard their second girl saying on the stairs that Mrs. Baker was up with a bad toothache.”
CAMPBELL. “What a piece of luck! Run right up, will you, and borrow Mr. Baker’s dress-coat.” To Roberts, on Bella’s disappearance: “Baker’s coat will be all right; but still we’d better work away at this bureau drawer again. Drive the ice-pick in a little farther, now.” They struggle with lock as before, until Bella returns, Roberts absent-mindedly keeping Merrick’s coat on, and from time to time taking a turn about the room to rest his back.
ROBERTS. “Let’s give it up, Willis. We can’t get it open. It’s no use!”
CAMPBELL, desisting: “Well, we’ll leave that to the last, then. But I’ve the liveliest confidence in Baker’s coat. Ah, here it is! Saved! Saved!” He takes the garment from Bella at the threshold. “Now, then, the great thing is to get Merrick’s coat off in one piece. I thought I heard a ripping sound in the back of it when you were straining at that drawer. But I guess it was merely fancy. Easy, easy!” He helps Roberts get the coat off, and examines it.
ROBERTS, anxiously: “Is it all right?”
CAMPBELL. “Yes, it’s perfectly sound. You may have started the seams a little, but it’s nothing that Merrick will ever notice. Now for Baker! There! Goes on like an old shoe!” He retires a few steps and surveys Roberts’s back, which Roberts is craning his neck round to get a view of in the glass. “There’s space! Gives you a mighty fine, portly figure, Roberts; it looks grand on you, it does indeed! I call that the back of a leading citizen in very comfortable circumstances. Something magisterial about it. Perhaps it’s a little full; but that’s a good fault; it must set awfully easy. Sleeves are a trifle short, maybe, but not too much to show your cuff-buttons; I hate a coat that don’t do that. Yes, I should call that a very nice fit.”
ROBERTS, tearing off the coat, and flinging it on the bed: “You know it won’t do, Willis. And now I must give the whole thing up. You’d better hurry off and explain to Agnes why I could not come.”
CAMPBELL. “Oh no, I can’t leave you in the lurch that way, my dear fellow. Besides it would break Agnes all up. We must do something. I think either one of those coats would go perfectly well; but if you’re so particular about your personal appearance, there’s only one thing left. We must get this drawer open. Look here. We’ll shove the ice-pick in a little farther, so’s to give the bolt the slightest possible catch, and then we’ll both pull, you on one handle, and I on the other. It won’t hurt the bureau. And besides, it’s the only chance left. I suppose these coats don’t look as if they were made for you. What do you say?”
ROBERTS, disconsolately: “Oh, I suppose we’d better try. It can’t be much worse.” He casts a hopeless glance around the confused and tumbled room.