human
Now, ladies, if you will speak one at a time, and talk slow, I will try to straighten things out. What is the trouble, Mrs. Anderson?
gpt
That woman, sobbed the society belle, indicating the actress,
human
Have you forgotten your promise to me, Mrs. Anderson?
gpt
No, I have not, and I am very sorry that I cannot fulfill it. But it is impossible.
human
I only told her, snapped Miss Hollingsworth, a fiery-looking, dark-haired, black-eyed woman,
gpt
Yes, that's what she said, cried Mrs. Anderson, in a high-pitched voice.
human
I would never play the part unless she was discharged.
gpt
Will you play, he asked,
human
Yes.
gpt
That settles it. Miss Hollingsworth, you are discharged.
human
Wha-a-t?
gpt
You heard what I said. You are given the usual two weeks' notice.
human
I am discharged, I, Olga Hollingsworth, on account of this woman?
gpt
No, you are discharged because these exhibitions of bad temper on your part have tired me out. And now, madam, turning to Mrs. Anderson and speaking with the utmost politeness,
human
I will do so, sir.
gpt
You shan't forget this evening's work in a hurry, Mr. Gus Wattles! hissed the enraged Miss Hollingsworth.
human
You'll rue the day when you made Dick Farley and me your enemies!
gpt
So Farley is at the bottom of all this, is he? said the manager.
human
I thought so.
gpt
Never mind whether he is or not, was the actress' reply.
human
I wish you good-evening, Wattles. I don't want your two weeks' notice. I wouldn't play in your company again for ten times the miserable salary you paid me. Find some one else to play the part to-morrow night or shut up the house.