Ritter. [Taking off his overcoat] If she telephones again, tell her yes. [He is in a tuxedo-suit.]
Jenny. [Crossing to him and helping him with the coat] Ain’t you feelin’ well again, Mr. Ritter?
Ritter. No, Jenny, I’m not. [He hands her his derby.]
Jenny. [Taking the hat and coat to the partition-seat above the piano] Well, I’m sure I’m sorry, sir.
Ritter. [Removing his scarf] And after that exhibition tonight,—I don’t think I ever shall feel exactly well again.
Jenny. [Coming down at his left and passing back of him] Was it a sad play?
Ritter. [Handing her his scarf, and speaking with measured conviction] The saddest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Jenny. I allus cry when a show is sad.
Ritter. Is that so?
Jenny. Yes, sir; and a funny thing about me is—the sadder it is the more I cry.