Ritter. [Casually] Who is it, the police? [He lights his cigar.]
Jenny. [Into the telephone] All right, Mrs. Livingston, I’ll give her your message as soon as she comes in. You’re more than welcome I’m sure. [She hangs up and comes to the center-door.]
Ritter. [Looking at her] Mrs. Livingston?
Jenny. Yes, sir.
Ritter. What did she want?
Jenny. She sez she wanted to congratulate Mrs. Ritter on her perfect performance tonight.
Ritter. Did she see the show?
Jenny. She didn’t say, sir.
Ritter. [Conclusively, and crossing in front of her down to the window at the right] She didn’t see it. If any of those women come back here with Mrs. Ritter, Jenny,—say that I’m not home yet, do you understand.
Jenny. [Settling the overcoat on the partition-seat] Yes, sir.