Ritter. Did you see it, Jenny?
Jenny. No, sir, I didn’t get to see it, I’m sorry to say; but I heard everybody connected with it sayin’ it was a great success. [Ritter resumes his telegrams, then looks at Jenny suddenly.]
Ritter. How did Mrs. Ritter get into it?
Jenny. Why, I think somebody died, Mr. Ritter, if I’m not mistaken.
Ritter. [Shaking his head conclusively, and resuming his telegram] I assumed it was an extremity of some kind.
Mrs. R. [At the top of the stairs at the back] Fred Ritter! don’t tell me that’s you down there! [Jenny turns quickly and goes to the foot of the stairs.]
Ritter. No, I’m still out in Chicago!
Mrs. R. Is it, Jenny?
Jenny. Yes, mam, I was just comin’ to tell you.
Mrs. R. [Starting down the stairs] I thought I heard his voice! [Jenny laughs.] I’ve been standing up here for the last five minutes saying to myself, “Who can that be that has a voice so much like Fred’s!” [Coming into the room from the hallway] Why, Fred, darling, what are you doing here! [He has moved up towards the center-door.]