Cosi. Is he making a living now?
Mrs. O. He’s alive. What more do you want?
Josi. [Aside.] Don’t you believe dat either, Coshi. He’s only half-alive.
Cosi. Can you show me any of his work?
Josi. [Aside.] Dats got ’em!
Mrs. O. No, I can’t,—and for a good enough reason, too. Every picture he paints he sells right away.
Olang. That is true: we have not a single piece of his work unsold.
Cosi. Very good. Den when he’s got a piece to sell I’ll call again and look at it.... Good morning.
Olang. [Suddenly catching sight of the drawing.] Stop!... Look—look here, my dear. This is most extraordinary! Here is something that has not been sold.
Mrs. O. Ah! Now! Say what you like. Look at that!