Mrs. Pencil. I?
Sud [shouts]. Get it over! Mr. Wouldby, is it getting over?
Wouldby [looks at footlights]. I don't see anything get over.
Sud. He doesn't see it! You hear? He doesn't see it! Begin again! And please, please, please—get it over—over!!
[He motions violently with his arms during following scene as if to help them raise the vitality of the scene. Sud sets tempo again.]
Mrs. Pencil. Who is spying on you?
Inkwell. You!
Mrs. Pencil. I?
Inkwell. You!!
Mrs. Pencil. I??