Mrs. Pampinelli. They wouldn’t, either.
Mrs. Sheppard. That’s what I thought.
Mrs. Pampinelli. I don’t suppose there’s one person in ten thousand that has dramatic instinct enough to appreciate the way you feel. [She turns to the left door and listens.]
Mrs. Sheppard. [Beginning to cry again] The flowers in the lobby are perfectly beautiful.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Still listening] Yes, but I’m not having them passed over the footlights tonight.
Mrs. Sheppard. [Drying her eyes] No?
Mrs. Pampinelli. Except one bouquet for each of the ladies. It took up too much time the last time.
Mrs. Sheppard. [Glancing about] Where’s Paula?
Mrs. Pampinelli. She’s upstairs, telephoning. She’s rather annoyed about Fred, you know.
Mrs. Sheppard. What about him? [Mrs. Pampinelli turns from the door suddenly and looks at her.]