Spindler. [With a wooden smile, and saluting] Thank you, thank you.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Hasn’t he, Paula?
Mrs. Ritter. [Nibbling at the fudge] Yes indeed, Mr. Spindler’s quite indispensable. [Spindler gives her a pert little nod, by way of acknowledgment.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [To Mrs. Ritter] I think that’s what I shall have to call him hereafter,—[Turning to Spindler] the indispensable Mr. Spindler. [They all laugh,—a trifle more than the brilliancy of the remark should reasonably occasion, and Mr. Spindler accounts it even worthy a salute.]
Spindler. Bouquets were falling [Here the front door-bell gives two sharp little staccato rings.] thick and fast. [He starts towards the center-door.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. Well, it’s true—
Spindler. [Speaking directly to Mrs. Ritter] I’ll answer it. [He hurries out into the right hallway.]
Mrs. P. and Mrs. R., speaking together.
Mrs. P. I know I don’t know what on earth I should do without him.
Mrs. R. [Addressing Spindler as he hurries out the hallway] All right, if you will, Mr. Spindler.
Spindler. [Calling back] Sure!