James (to F.). Here you, I say give me two of them bananas. (Pays for them, and exit, eating.)
Mrs. B. (aside to ladies). Well, I can’t bear this any longer. Something must be done.
Mrs. W. What shall it be?
Mrs. S. One can see plainly enough he is insane.
Mrs. B. (turning to policeman). You can see that he is evidently insane.
Policeman. He does act strange, don’t he? A rich merchant like him, to tend an apple-stand! But what shall I do?
Mrs. B. I don’t know. This is probably the first stage of the disease. I’m afraid he may become violent.
P. Would you advise me to arrest him?
Mrs. B. (whose thoughts revert to Mr. Walters). I am so distressed I hardly know; but it seems as if he ought to be prevented from doing any mischief. Perhaps it would be better to do so. That would bring matters to a crisis, and we should know the worst.
(Policeman goes round and comes in at an entrance back of Mr. B. Before the latter realizes it, he is handcuffed. He starts up at once, indignant.)