Mrs. Cullingham. [With a sigh.] You know we ought to admire these things, Peter darling; that's partly what we've come to Europe for!
Peter. O pshaw! here comes a gang of tourists. Come on, let's skip!
Mrs. Cullingham. But Ruth and Mrs. Austin?
Peter. We didn't agree to wait, and we can all meet at our hotel.
[A crowd of Tourists, led by a Guide, presses and crowds in the doorway. They drag their tired feet in a listless shuffle across the room and stand in a somewhat sheepish and stupid bunch at the statue. One or two of the younger women nudge each other and giggle. The Guide stands a little in advance of them. The Guide describes the statue, and while he is doing so Peter and Mrs. Cullingham go out Right. Most of the Tourists turn and watch them go instead of looking at the statue.
Guide. This is the Apollo Belvedere, discovered at the end of the fifteenth century, some say in a Roman villa or farm-house near the Grotter Terratter. Very fine specimen both as marble and man. This statyer is calculated to make Sandow et cetery look like thirty cents. Height seven feet, weight—
A Man Tourist. How much?
A Girl Tourist. Was he married?
[Titters from the group.
Guide. Give it up! Should judge he was. The god once held a bow in his left hand and probably a laurel wreath in his right.