Teddy and Mrs. Fell, together.
Teddy. [Wrestling with the door] Damn these doors!
Mrs. Fell. [Calling through the flats] Something about the weather!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Take hold of this, Mr. Spindler! [He grabs the knob of the door and Teddy runs across to the right door.]
Teddy. I’ll go on here!
Mrs. Fell. [As Teddy goes through the right door] If you can’t use one door, use the other! [The door closes after him; and Mrs. Pampinelli turns and looks upon Spindler, who is still trying to get the left door open.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. You know, this is all your fault, Mr. Spindler. [He doesn’t look up.] You said you’d attend to all those properties!
Mrs. Fell. What’s the matter with the door, Betty?
Mrs. Pampinelli. [To Spindler] Never mind it now. [She moves towards the center of the stage.]
Spindler. We’d better get it open before somebody has to use it again.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Go away from it, I tell you! [He walks away towards the left, sulking.] It will probably open all right from the other side. [She comes forward slowly, touching her hair and relaxing generally, then, suddenly, stands stock-still, and listens, wide-eyed. She looks quickly at Mrs. Fell, who is carefully settling her necklace, at the right door.] What’s wrong out there, Nelly? [Nelly turns and looks through the flats, then turns quickly to Mrs. Pampinelli.]