What are you thinking of, my friend ?" The rehearsal was suddenly brought to a standstill by a serious difficulty.

Chevalier, the bearer of documents on which hung the fate of the Empire, was to escape from his prison by the dormer-window.

The stage "business" had not yet been settled; it had been impossible to do so before the setting of the stage was completed.

It was now discovered that the measurements had been wrongly taken, and the dormer-window was not accessible.
The author leapt on to the stage.
"Romilly, my friend, the stove is not in the place fixed on.

How can you expect Chevalier to get out through the dormer-window?
Push the stove to the right at once." "I'm willing enough," said Romilly, "but we shall be blocking up the door." "What's that?
We shall be blocking up the door ?" "Precisely." The manager of the theatre, the stage-manager, the scene-shifters stood examining the stage-setting with gloomy attention, while the author held his peace.
"Don't worry, Master," said Chevalier.