Mrs. Pampinelli. Mr. Spindler!
Spindler. [Stepping briskly to her side] Yes, mam?
Mrs. Pampinelli. Come here, please. [Turning to the stage manager] Mr. Stage Manager—[He looks up.] This young man will give you the cue for the curtain, in case I am not here.
Stage Manager. All right. [He resumes his newspaper.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Turning and coming forward again, holding her skirt up off the floor] You stand right here, Mr. Spindler, and I’ll give you the signal when I’m ready.
Spindler. All right.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Hurrying towards the left door] Now, is everybody all right?
Florence. Yes.
Mrs. Ritter. I think so.
Mrs. Pampinelli. How are you, Paula?