T.—What's that?
(The sound is repeated. He looks round. A little old man, dressed all in grey, with a pointed hat, appears.)
Grey Man.—Good morning, young sir.
T.—Good morning, old creature.
G. M.—You seem to be having a picnic all by yourself.
T.—Yes, fortunately I am all alone. I don't like picnics with other people.
G. M.—That's a pity. I was just going to ask if I might join you.
T.—You!
G. M.—Yes, the fact is I am a long way from my home, and I am hungry, and seeing that large hamper I thought you might be able to spare some food for the tired wayfarer.
T.—Well, I am sorry to say I can't; there happens to be just enough for myself in that hamper.