Mrs. Fell. [Definitely] Fifteen hundred.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Into the telephone] Hello-hello!
Mrs. Ritter. [Rising] Maybe I’d better talk to them.
Mrs. Fell. [Suggesting with a gesture that she be quiet and resume her chair] Please, dear. [Mrs. Ritter meekly sits down again.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Into the telephone] Why, I’m sorry,—but Mrs. Ritter does not appear under fifteen hundred dollars per week.
Mrs. Fell. [Watching her shrewdly] Net! [Mrs. Pampinelli turns and looks at her sharply, and Nelly emphasizes what she said by inclining her head: then Mrs. Pampinelli speaks into the telephone again.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. Net.
Mrs. Fell. [To Mrs. Pampinelli] It’s a bargain at that. [She nods towards Mrs. Ritter.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Into telephone] Twelve-fifty?
Mrs. Fell. No compromise.