[Jackson makes a motion at which the gentleman hurriedly removes his coat and throws it on a chair. He is ready for the examination. Jackson turns him round, looking him over critically.]
Jackson
Clown? Hm! Turn round then. Clown? Yes? Now smile. Wider—broader—do you call that a smile? So—that's better. There is something, yes—but for full developments—— [Sadly]: Probably you can't even turn a somersault?
Gentleman
[Sighs]: No.
Jackson
How old are you?
Gentleman
Thirty-nine. Too late? [Jackson moves away with a whistle. There is a silence.]
Zinida