George Egerton.
(Exasperated by the delay)
What's the matter there, Melazzini?
(Excusing himself to his partner, he goes toward the conservatory, where the orchestra is stationed. As the sigh is repeated the couples gather together. At the third sigh they scatter, some of them running out through the middle door right, others hurrying forward, one or two of the girls laughing hysterically)
George Egerton.
It's just the wind that's blowing through somewhere.
(The people disappear into the apartment right. Charles, the butler, and two maids, badly frightened, come in rear)
George Egerton.
Close that door, Charles.
Charles.