Hossefrosse. [Putting his fingers to his throat] I’m using my upper register almost entirely.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Glancing at him] You’re very fortunate to know how to do it.
Hossefrosse. Did it sound all right from back here?
Mrs. Pampinelli. Oh, splendid, yes, Mr. Hossefrosse!—your voice is beautiful. [He raises his hand deprecatingly.] Really,—I was just saying to Mrs. Fell, I’m so sorry there isn’t another act, that you might sing a solo between them. [He beams and deprecates again, profusely, and turns to the right. Spindler comes down at the left and towards Mrs. Pampinelli.] Really! Splendid. [She sees Spindler.] Where’s Teddy?
Spindler. He’s gone over to the drug store.
Mrs. Pampinelli. With his make-up on?
Spindler. He said he wanted to get some aromatic spirits of ammonia.
Mrs. Pampinelli. You have a cue right here soon, haven’t you?
Spindler. [Taking the telephone-arrangement from his pocket, and crossing towards the right door] Where are they?
Mrs. Fell. [Suddenly looking up from her manuscript] Telephone, Mr. Spindler!