Mrs. Ritter. [Turning to Mrs. Pampinelli] I forgot my umbrella.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Where is it?
Mrs. Ritter. I left it on the stage.
Mrs. Pampinelli. That doesn’t matter. [Hossefrosse tries to silence them by dint of impatient gesturing with his right hand.]
Mrs. Ritter. Oh, Betty, I think I saw Clara Sheppard out there!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Not really?
Hossefrosse. Shush!
Florence. [From beyond the flats] You can come out now, Clyde, they’ve gone. [Hossefrosse yanks the right door open, causing the wood-wing at the right to topple and fall forward.]
Twiller. [Leaping to catch it, before it hits Mrs. Fell] Hold it! [Mrs. Fell hunches her arms and shoulders and screams.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Rushing over from the left] What is it?