Myself (dangerously ruffled at not having received a cheque). "Well, and what are you all gaping at, like a lot of half-witted school-kids? Never seen a motor-cycle before? Here, you (to Armenian), where's the Clift Hotel?"
Armenian. "Do you vont to zell zis machine?"
Myself (successfully concealing rapture at the suggestion). "Sell her, after she's brought me all the way from New York? Sell Her? Why, I'd sooner sell my mother-in-law."
Armenian. "I vill gif you 'undred dollar right 'ere."
Myself. "Hundred dollars be damned, and you with 'em! Where's the Clift?"
Chorus of Voices. "Up the hill here and second on the right. Von 'undred dollar. Follow the trams. Give us yer water-bag, boss. Look at his boots. There's a cop on the corner. Von 'undred ten dollar, right now. Look at 'is 'air," etc., etc.
(Exit slowly in procession, Self leading; Alarums and Excursions.)
SCENE II
Scene.—My room at the Clift Hotel.