Try to. Not now—another time; when this music isn’t exciting you, nor these pretty women. Think it out by yourself! You’re at the beginning of your career, my boy. Remember me—the old fool who’s brought his to a miserable end—and that I cautioned you—cautioned you—!
Luigi hurries in at the door on the left, followed by a waiter carrying a tray, and by the waiter with the beard.
Luigi.
Laughing. He, he, he, he! Behind the counter, preparing drinks. Look out, gentlemen; you are losing it all. They are having a romp—a fine lark. Farncombe goes out at the door on the left. Make haste, Colonel; make haste! Stidulph goes out, slowly, at the right-hand door at the back. Whiskey-and-soda for Mr. Tavish; liqueur of brandy—Mr. Grimwood. The waiter carrying the tray goes out with the drinks at the door on the left. Ha, ha, ha! Singing to the music. Tra, lal, la! Tra, lal, la——!
Luigi is following the waiter who has carried out the tray when the bearded waiter, coming to the nearer settee in the centre, calls to him.
The Bearded Waiter.
Sitting upon the settee, gruffly. Luigi.
Luigi.
Halting. Eh?
The Bearded Waiter.