Spindler. [Coming towards her] You know, I could have sworn I put a pen and ink on that desk!
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Imperiously] Please, Mr. Spindler, don’t explain anything! I am interested in results. [She turns and moves back again towards the right, and Spindler goes over to the left. Just as he passes beyond the left door, the entire lock and knob fall to the floor. He turns nervously, only to find Mrs. Pampinelli, who has turned quite as nervously, looking at him dangerously.]
Spindler. I didn’t touch it!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Will you go away, before you ruin the entire performance! [He snaps around and goes over to the left and up towards the back.]
Teddy. [Opening the left door and swaying through] Good night. [He is dressed in a brown sack-suit and wears tan shoes.]
Florence. [Beyond the flats] Good night, son.
Mrs. Ritter. [Beyond the flats] Good night, kid.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Going towards him] You should never walk off the stage, Teddy, in the middle of a scene! [He closes the door behind him, and, pressing his hand to his brow, starts towards the left.] Do something, no matter what it is! [He falls backward in a full-length faint. She catches him.] Oh, dear child! Mr. Spindler! Come here, Mr. Twiller, Teddy’s fainted! [Twiller, who has been standing over at the left, and forward, rushes towards her; and Mrs. Fell, followed by Hossefrosse, comes rushing from the right.]
Mrs. Fell. [In a panic] What’s the matter, Betty!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Take Teddy over to the door, Mr. Twiller, he’s fainted!