Second Student. I can’t stand it either. I have terrible dreams. Yesterday I dreamed of garçons the whole night long.
Tourist. Jimmie.
First Student. I have gotten so thin I am nothing but skin and bones. I can’t stand it any more, father. I’d rather be a farmer, or tend pigs.
Tourist. Aleck.
First Student. If he were really to fall—but it’s a fake. You believe every lie told you! They all lie. Baedecker lies, too. Yes, your Baedecker lies!
Mary (dismally). Papa, children, he’s beginning to fall.
(The man on the rock shouts something down into the crowd. There is general commotion. Voices, “Look, he’s falling.” Field-glasses are raised; the photographers, violently agitated, click their cameras; the policemen diligently clean the place where he is to fall.)
Photographer. Oh, hang it! What is the matter with me? The devil! When a man’s in a hurry—
Second Photographer. Brother, your camera is closed.
Photographer. The devil take it.