"What are you going to play ?" "'Under the Gaslight,'" said Mr.Quincel, mentioning Augustin Daly's famous production, which had worn from a great public success down to an amateur theatrical favorite, with many of the troublesome accessories cut out and the dramatis personae reduced to the smallest possible number.
Drouet had seen this play some time in the past.
"That's it," he said; "that's a fine play.

It will go all right.

You ought to make a lot of money out of that." "We think we'll do very well," Mr.Quincel replied.

"Don't you forget now," he concluded, Drouet showing signs of restlessness; "some young woman to take the part of Laura." "Sure, I'll attend to it." He moved away, forgetting almost all about it the moment Mr.Quincel had ceased talking.

He had not even thought to ask the time or place.
Drouet was reminded of his promise a day or two later by the receipt of a letter announcing that the first rehearsal was set for the following Friday evening, and urging him to kindly forward the young lady's address at once, in order that the part might be delivered to her.
"Now, who the deuce do I know ?" asked the drummer reflectively, scratching his rosy ear.