Mrs. Pampinelli. Oh, that is a very significant line, Mr. Twiller, coming where it does. [Spindler comes wandering on from the left, comes forward, looks about, and goes up to the side wing and looks through.]
Twiller. I felt a great deal easier in that new business of turning—down at the bookcase that you gave me last night.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [With a touch of smugness] Much better.
Twiller. Did you notice it?
Mrs. Pampinelli. Well, of course, I couldn’t see it, I was here; but I could sense it; and I could tell from the tone of the scene that it was better. [Spindler moves over to the extreme left, about half-way back, and, taking the refractory telephone-bell-arrangement from his pocket, starts to tinker with it.]
Twiller. I just turned my head this way, [He turns his head sharply to the right, keeping his body and shoulders perfectly rigid.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. Excellent.
Twiller. [Turning back to her] Without moving my body.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Very good.
Twiller. Instead of making the full swing around, [He makes a complete swing around on his right foot.] the way I had been doing. [Mrs. Fell raises her lorgnon and looks over, curiously.]