[Who poses, awakes with a start, smiles.] He-he-he! I wasn’t asleep—No, no—
Clem.
Head this way—still more—what ails you now? You were sitting so natural. Hand on the knee again.
Cobus.
Tja—when you sit still so long—you get stiff.
Clem.
[Impatiently.] Please! please! stop chewing.
Cob.
I haven’t any chew. Look.