DAUGHTER. And I too.
TALKER. Ladies, you are too kind—er—(he hesitates)—er—
MOTHER. Yes?
TALKER, The fact is, Madame, that now we approach or, so to speak, draw nigh or adjacent—in other words, Madame, we are perilously approximate—
FIDDLER. Tell her straight out.
MOTHER. Tell her what?
FIDDLER. What we've come for.
SINGER. Master Johannes, Madam, is so accustomed when he goes round with the hat to disguise under it flow of words the fact that money is as necessary to an artist as applause, that he has lost the habit of saying anything in less than ten sentences.
TALKER (mournfully). And yet I am a taciturn man.
MOWER. Well, will somebody tell me, for I confess I have been wondering what is behind it all.