Ritter. You’d have had a big night if you’d been with me. [She passes back of him with the scarf, to put it with the other things.] You’d better leave those things here, Jenny, I may leave town again tonight.
Jenny. I’ll leave them right here. [She turns from an arrangement of the things and comes forward to the middle of the room.] Did they clap much when Mrs. Ritter finished?
Ritter. [Still standing above the table near the piano, clipping the tip of a cigar which he has taken from his pocket] I didn’t wait for the finish; they carried me out.
Jenny. I’m dyin’ till she gets home, for I know exactly how she felt. [He looks at her keenly—she is looking straight ahead.]
Ritter. Have you been on the stage, too, Jenny?
Jenny. [Turning to him] No, sir, I haven’t, Mr. Ritter, not lately. But when I was at home in England I used to go on every once in a while. For a bit of a change, you know.
Ritter. Yes, I know.
Jenny. We had a little club in the town I lived in, and we used to give a show twice a year. [Ritter nods slowly and comprehendingly.] I always took off the comical parts.
Ritter. How is it they didn’t get you into this show tonight?
Jenny. Oh, I haven’t been on for a long time now, Mr. Ritter. My husband put a stop to it. [She looks away off.]