Ritter. That’s who it is, Jenny! How are you?
Jenny. [Bringing the little chair forward and placing it above the little table at the left] Pretty well, thanks, Mr. Ritter, how are you?
Ritter. [Coming along the hallway from the right] I’m whatever you are, Jenny. [Jenny gives a faint little laugh and proceeds with her arrangements, and Ritter picks up several telegrams from the stand in the hallway, just to the left of the center entrance.]
Jenny. Ain’t you back a bit soon?
Ritter. [Coming forward to the small table at the right, below the piano] Yes, I thought I’d have to go down to Cincinnati for a week or two, but I didn’t.
Jenny. Mrs. Ritter ain’t expectin’ you, is she?
Ritter. [Glancing thru the telegrams] No, she isn’t, Jenny.
Jenny. I thought I didn’t remember hearin’ her sayin’ nothin’.
Ritter. Where is she?
Jenny. [Starting for the hallway] She’s upstairs, sir, I’ll call her.