Mrs. Pampinelli. Now, don’t take that out of there, Mr. Spindler! You might loosen the scenery.
Spindler. This isn’t connected with the scenery.
Mrs. Pampinelli. You don’t know whether it is or not! Leave it where it is.
Spindler. [Getting up and moving over towards the right] Somebody’s going to get their neck broken, the first thing you know.
Mrs. Pampinelli. Very well, then, that will be their misfortune! We’ve simply got to be careful, that’s all. Get ready, Paula. [Mrs. Ritter giggles and takes up her position outside the left door.]
Mrs. Fell. [As Spindler comes towards her] What’s the matter, Mr. Spindler?
Spindler. [In quite a temper, and indicating the stage-screw over at the left] Why, that thing there is sticking right up in the middle of the floor, and the first thing you—
Mrs. Pampinelli. Shush!—[He turns and scowls at her, and she glares at him. He passes below Mrs. Fell and over to Hossefrosse, at the extreme right and forward, where he whispers his grievance.]
Mrs. Fell. You all right, Paula? [Paula nods yes.]
Mrs. Pampinelli. Don’t be nervous, now, Paula. [Twiller comes forward at the left.]