Twiller. [Struggling to set the wing up in place again] This thing nearly fell! Just got it in time! [Mrs. Fell moves out of the way, over to the left, and Mrs. Pampinelli tries to assist Twiller.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. Is it all right now?
Twiller. [Brushing his hands and clothes, and coming forward at the right] Yes, it’s all right now. Just got it in time.
Mrs. Fell. [Rushing up to Mrs. Ritter, who is coming towards her from the left, and shaking her by the arms] Oh, you were marvelous, darling! [Mrs. Ritter giggles foolishly.] I could just hug you!
Mrs. Ritter. I forgot my umbrella.
Mrs. Fell. Wonderful performance! [She steps to the right door and opens her manuscript. Mrs. Ritter moves a little to the right and stands looking at the wood-wing.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Turning from a more precise adjustment of the wood-wing] Oh, Mr. Twiller!
Twiller. Yes?
Mrs. Pampinelli. How did you and Paula get wedged in that door that way, over there a moment ago?
Twiller. [On Mrs. Pampinelli’s right] Oh, I’m awfully sorry about that! I got a little twisted on— [Mrs. Ritter comes to Mrs. Pampinelli’s left.]