At this performance Mr.
Quincel presided, aided by Mr.Millice, a young man who had some qualifications of past experience, which were not exactly understood by any one.

He was so experienced and so business-like, however, that he came very near being rude-failing to remember, as he did, that the individuals he was trying to instruct were volunteer players and not salaried underlings.
"Now, Miss Madenda," he said, addressing Carrie, who stood in one part uncertain as to what move to make, "you don't want to stand like that.
Put expression in your face.

Remember, you are troubled over the intrusion of the stranger.

Walk so," and he struck out across the Avery stage in almost drooping manner.
Carrie did not exactly fancy the suggestion, but the novelty of the situation, the presence of strangers, all more or less nervous, and the desire to do anything rather than make a failure, made her timid.

She walked in imitation of her mentor as requested, inwardly feeling that there was something strangely lacking.
"Now, Mrs.Morgan," said the director to one young married woman who was to take the part of Pearl, "you sit here.