Ritter. Rest.
Mrs. Fell. [Coming away from the partition] So I’m going to ask him right out the very next time I meet him. [She comes down to the little table below the piano again. Mr. Hossefrosse comes through the center-door towards Ritter, rubbing his hands, and Teddy moves over towards Mrs. Ritter, who is still officiating at the punch-bowl.]
Teddy and Hossefrosse, speaking together.
Teddy. [Speaking to Mrs. Fell] Maybe he doesn’t know it himself.
Hossefrosse. [Addressing Ritter] Ah, Mr. Ritter! How do you do, sir? [They shake hands.]
Ritter. How do you do?
Mrs. Fell and Hossefrosse, together.
Mrs. Fell. Well, I’m going to find out, whether he does or not.
Hossefrosse. [To Ritter] Decided there was no place like home, eh? [He laughs, with a mirthless effusiveness.]
Ritter. Are you in the show, too? [Mrs. Ritter fills out a glass of claret for Teddy.]
Mrs. Fell and Hossefrosse, together.
Mrs. Fell. I should say he is in it.
Hossefrosse. We’re all in it.