Voices. Hush! He’s getting ready to fall.— No, he’s saying something.—No, he’s falling.—Hush!
Unknown Man on the Rock (faintly). Save me! Save me!
Tourist. Ah, poor young man. Mary, Jimmie, there’s a tragedy for you. The sky is clear, the weather is beautiful, and has he to fall and be shattered to death? Can you realize how dreadful that is, Aleck?
Student (wearily). Yes, I can realize it.
Tourist. Mary, can you realize it? Imagine. There is the sky. There are people enjoying themselves and partaking of refreshments. Everything is so nice and pleasant, and he has to fall. What a tragedy! Do you remember Hamlet?
Second Girl (prompting). Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, of Alsinore.
James. Of Helsingfors, I know. Don’t bother me, father!
Mary (dismally). He dreamed about garçons all night long.
Aleck. Why don’t you order sandwiches, father.
Comb-Vender (mysteriously). Tortoise-shell. Genuine tortoise-shell.