Mrs. Fell. [To Mrs. Pampinelli, Mrs. Ritter and Mrs. Sheppard] Shush!
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Turning and going closer to the left door] Excuse me, Clara.
Mrs. Sheppard. Certainly, dear. [Twiller comes forward at the right.]
Florence. [Stepping through the door] By the way, there was a Mr. Robinson telephoned this morning, after you’d left the house— [Mrs. Sheppard waves her handkerchief at Florence, and Florence replies by quietly flicking her fingers at her. Then, still keeping in her character, she moves slowly towards the right, leaving the door open behind her.] He said something about a list being correct.
Hossefrosse. [Appearing in the doorway, carrying his hat, cane and gloves] Yes, I know. [He reaches towards the left, beyond the flats, as though he were pushing an electric-light button, then thrusts his head through the door and says in a fierce whisper.] Lights.
Florence. Lights out!
Mrs. Fell and Mrs. Pampinelli, together.
Mrs. Fell. Put out the lights, somebody!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Lights, Mr. Stage Manager! [The stage manager appears from the left, at the back.]
Spindler. [Springing from the left, where he has been engaged in trying to repair the telephone-battery] Lights out!
Mrs. Pampinelli. Where are you! [The stage manager reaches up and pulls one of the switches on the switch-board at the back, and the lights beyond the flats go out; then he disappears again at the left.]