Twiller. I hope they didn’t.
Mrs. Ritter. It must have looked awful.
Mrs. Pampinelli. No, dear, it didn’t, really; you both covered it up very nicely.
Twiller. I tried to cover it up when my mustache fell off, too;—but I had so many lines right in there. I held it on as long as I could, but I was afraid the audience was beginning to notice it.
Mrs. Pampinelli. I was so glad you had the presence of mind not to attempt to stick it on again when it fell off the second time.
Twiller. I was afraid to take the time. I had a cue right there; so when it fell off the second time, I just—let it lie there. [He makes a casual gesture with his right hand.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. That was quite right.
Twiller. [Laughing a little] It’s out there yet.
Mrs. Ritter. [Giggling] So is my umbrella. [They all laugh.] Oh, listen, Betty dear! I think I’ll just run upstairs for a minute and use that telephone—see how Fred is. [She starts towards the left.]