Mrs. Fell. Betty, did I tell you I saw Clara Sheppard today? [But Mrs. Pampinelli is still deep in technical profundities, and simply silences her with a gesture of her right hand.]
Mrs. Ritter. [Coming forward at the right of the piano] Where did you see her, Nelly?
Mrs. Fell. Darlington’s, at the mourning counter.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Coming suddenly out of her abstraction, and turning to Mrs. Fell] Is she going in black?
Mrs. Fell. My dear, she’s in it already.
Twiller. [Coming in the right hallway] Good evening!
Mrs. Pampinelli. She’s very foolish, under the circumstances.
Mrs. Fell. That’s just what I told her today.
Twiller. [Coming through the center-door and forward at the left of the piano] Good evening, Mrs. Ritter.
Mrs. Ritter. Good evening, Mr. Twiller.