Mrs. Ritter. I’m kind of worried about him.
Mrs. Pampinelli. See if he’s regained consciousness yet.
Mrs. Ritter. [Regardless of the fact that a play is in progress] Excuse me!
Mrs. Fell. [Looking up from her manuscript] Shush!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Certainly, dear. [Twiller raises his hat towards her, and she waves back at him. Then he goes up at the right and peeks through the side wings.] Oh, Paula!
Mrs. Ritter. [Turning] Yes, dear?
Mrs. Pampinelli. Be sure and get down in time for the curtains.
Mrs. Ritter. Oh, yes.
Mrs. Pampinelli. I imagine there’ll be a lot of flowers come over.
Mrs. Ritter. [Starting up at the left] I’ll be right down as soon as I telephone.