Book 3, Chapter 9: The Man and the Director

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌⁠He said, "I want a talk with you," and she, thinking he meant then and there, glanced about for a corner where they'd be tolerably secure against the charging rushes of grips, property men and electricians, all racing against time to get the third act struck and the first one set and make their escape from the theater.

"Oh, I don't mean here in this bedlam," he explained with a tinge of impatience.