Hossefrosse. All right, I think.
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Indicating the right door] Would you stand here for a moment under this light until I see it?
Hossefrosse. Certainly. [He goes to the right door and stands with his back against it. The light from the row of electric bulbs over the door shines down on his face. Mrs. Pampinelli stands off to his right, surveying his make-up critically.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. Very good.
Hossefrosse. Not too much red?
Mrs. Pampinelli. No, I shouldn’t say so.
Hossefrosse. [Indicating his right cheek] Up here, I mean.
Mrs. Pampinelli. No, I think the contour of your face requires it. It heightens the expression. [She starts across towards the left.] It’s very good. [Hossefrosse comes over and chats with the ladies about his make-up.] Mr. Twiller! [Twiller turns from Mrs. Fell.]
Twiller. Yes? [Turning back to Mrs. Fell] Excuse me, Nelly.
Mrs. Fell. Certainly.