Mrs. Fell. [Strolling across towards Ritter, fanning herself] Oh, I suppose it must be very difficult for the marvelous male, to suddenly find himself obliged to bask in the reflected glory of a mere wife. [Mrs. Pampinelli laughs, over her notes.] For I’ve never known one yet who was able to do it gracefully. [She flips the tip of the fan at Ritter’s nose. Mrs. Ritter gives Jenny a direction of some kind and Jenny goes out again at the left hallway.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [As Mrs. Fell saunters back again across the room] Well, perhaps Mr. Ritter will show himself consistently masculine in this instance, and do the exceptional thing. [Mrs. Ritter follows Jenny out.]
Ritter. I suppose that’s what you’d call veiled sarcasm, isn’t it? [Mrs. Pampinelli laughs and rises.]
Mrs. Fell. [Standing in the middle of the room] I shouldn’t say it was veiled at all. [Moving towards the table below the piano] I don’t think it’s even draped.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Laughing still, and coming to the little table] Here’s the manuscript, Nelly.
Mrs. Fell. [Stepping closer to the table] Yes, dear.
Ritter. What are you going to do now, keep on giving this show?
Mrs. Pampinelli. Well, not this particular one, Mr. Ritter, no; but we are going to continue giving shows.
Ritter. What’s the idea?
Mrs. Fell. They’re to be for different charities.