Gentleman
[Again bowing]: My eyes are dazzled, how beautiful! Papa Briquet, the more I look around me the more I want to stay with you. [Makes the face of a simpleton.] On the one hand a count, on the other——
Jackson
[Nods approval]: That's not bad. Look here, think a bit—find something. Everyone here thinks for himself.
[Silence. The gentleman stands with a finger on his forehead, thinking.]
Gentleman
Find something—find something ... Eureka!
Polly
That means found. Come!
Gentleman