PASQUINOT. The very danger was amusing.
BERGAMIN. And the things we had to say of each other—!
PASQUINOT. Very amusing.—Bergamin?
BERGAMIN. Pasquinot?
PASQUINOT. Something's lacking now.
BERGAMIN. The idea! [After a moment's reflection] Yes, I agree with you. Funny—are you losing your sense of the romantic? [He looks at PASQUINOT and says, aside] His waistcoat often lacks a button! It's disgusting! [He rises and walks back and forth.]
PASQUINOT. [Looking over his paper—aside] He looks like some immense beetle. [He pretends to be reading as BERGAMIN passes him.]
BERGAMIN. [Aside] See the ridiculous way he reads! [He whistles as he walks away up-stage.]
PASQUINOT. [Aside] Whistling! Oh, Heavens! Don't do that, whistling makes me nervous.
BERGAMIN. [With a smile] Remember the mote in your neighbor's eye. You, too, get on my nerves sometimes.