Hossefrosse. [In a frantic whisper] Telephone!

Mrs. Fell. Telephone, somebody!

Hossefrosse. Good Lord!

Florence. Mr. Spindler, telephone! [Spindler rushes forward at the left.]

Mrs. Pampinelli. Where is he?

Spindler. What?

Florence. The telephone-bell!

Mrs. Pampinelli. Where’s your bell?

Spindler. [Pulling the battery-arrangement out of his pocket] Has the cue been given?

Teddy. [Picking up the telephone on the desk beyond the flats] Hello?