Mrs. Pampinelli. Ring it! Of course it’s been given! [He rings the bell, and Hossefrosse steps through the right door and watches Teddy anxiously.]
Spindler. I didn’t hear it!
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Annihilating him with a look, and starting over towards the right door] Well, why aren’t you over here when your cue’s given and then you would hear it! [Spindler trails over after her.]
Hossefrosse. [Over his shoulder, to Mrs. Pampinelli] Shush!
Mrs. Pampinelli. [Turning sharply back towards the left, and directly to Spindler, who is right behind her] Shush! [She passes below him and continues towards the left.] Keep away from that door, they’ll see you! [In attempting to keep out of the way of the door, Spindler turns sharply and trips over the screw of a stage-brace, falling his length across the open door. Mrs. Ritter gives a little scream, and Mrs. Pampinelli whirls round and glares at him. He scrambles to his feet, and Mrs. Ritter giggles and pulls him to the left, away from the door.]
Hossefrosse. [Standing in the open door, addressing Teddy] Mrs. A.? [Teddy nods, and Hossefrosse pretends to pick up an imaginary telephone from a desk just to the left of the right door.] Yes? All right. [He pretends to hang up and set the telephone down on the desk again.] You can clear out of here now, David, any time you like,—Mrs. Arlington is on her way up.
Teddy. [Rising, and settling the various papers on the desk] All right.
Mrs. Ritter. [Helping Mr. Spindler to brush off his clothes] Did you hurt yourself, Mr. Spindler? [Mrs. Pampinelli tries to attract Spindler’s attention to the door-slam.]
Spindler. No. [He hurries over to the door-slam at the left and picks it up.]
Hossefrosse. I’ll let you off early Monday. [Florence stands anxiously outside the left door.]