Spindler and Mrs. Pampinelli, together.
Spindler. Twiller!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Oh, dear, dear!
Twiller. [Rushing towards them from the left] What’s the matter?
Spindler and Teddy, together.
Spindler. Got a lead-pencil?
Teddy. Give him a lead-pencil, Ralph!
Twiller. [Dropping his cane] No! [They fling him out of the way, to the left, and rush on back to the stage manager.] What are you trying to do, knock me off my feet!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Haven’t you got one, Mr. Twiller?
Spindler and Mrs. Fell, together.
Spindler. [To the stage manager] Got a lead-pencil, old man?
Mrs. Fell. [At Mrs. Pampinelli’s heels] There’s one in my bag somewhere!