Mrs. Pampinelli. How is your mustache?
Twiller. [Touching it gingerly] All right, I think.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Is it quite secure?
Twiller. I think so. [Mrs. Ritter, Florence and Hossefrosse turn and look.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Stepping back a step from him and looking at the mustache, with her head tilted a bit to the left side] You’ve made it a little smaller, haven’t you?
Twiller. [Touching the left side of his mustache] I cut it down a bit on this side.
Mrs. Pampinelli. I thought you had.
Twiller. I was a little conscious of it.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Well,—I don’t know but that it’s better for the characterization.
Twiller. And how are my eyes? [He turns and looks out and away off, widening his eyes as though he were having his picture taken.]