Ritter. Well, I’d have known better than to sit there blinking at the audience.
Mrs. Ritter. [Turning sharply to him] I didn’t blink at the audience.
Mrs. Fell. Don’t answer him, honey.
Mrs. Pampinelli. What could they have done under the circumstances?
Ritter. Why, they could have covered it up!—if they’d had any brains.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Covered it up with what?
Ritter. Why, with anything! Impromptu conversation! [Mrs. Fell looks at Mrs. Pampinelli and smiles pityingly.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. And have the audience laugh at them?
Ritter. They laughed anyhow, didn’t they?
Mrs. Fell. [Taking a step or two towards him] That was not their fault!