Ritter. [Still busy with his cigar] Had he ever seen her act?
Mrs. Ritter. [Turning to him, thoughtfully] I don’t know,—whether he ever had or not. [Jenny comes down the stairs.] Oh, yes he had, too! for I saw him myself at the Century Drawing Rooms last Easter Monday night, and she was in that play there that night, you remember. [She moves to the piano and starts looking for something in the sewing-basket; he moves to the mantelpiece, up at the left, apparently looking for a match.]
Ritter. No, I wasn’t there.
Mrs. R. Oh, weren’t you! I thought you were.
Ritter. No. [He feels in his pockets.]
Mrs. R. There are matches there on that little table there, Fred. [She indicates the table below the mantelpiece.]
Ritter. [Discovering some in his pocket] I have some here. [He moves to the arm-chair at the left of table and sits down.]
Mrs. R. [As Jenny passes along the hallway towards the left] Oh, Jenny!
Jenny. Yes, mam?
Mrs. R. Jenny, will you ask Mrs. Brock if she’ll make some of that drink that she made the last time?