Soldier
Humph!… Do you think I’m your meal-ticket? Good-by, Leocadia…
Girl
Tightwad! Pimp!
(He disappears)
THE SOLDIER AND THE PARLOR-MAID
Prater Gardens. Sunday Evening. A road which leads from the Wurstelprater[1] into dark tree arcades. Confused music from the Wurstelprater can still be heard; also strains from the cheap dancehall, a vulgar polka, played by a brass band. The Soldier. The Parlor-Maid.