The Rest (in chorus). Yes, yes, a complaint should be made. It is scandalous. The government ought not to leave any of its citizens in danger. We all pay taxes. He must be saved.
Tall Tourist. Didn’t I say so? Of course we must put up a complaint. Young man! Listen, young man. Do you pay taxes? What? I can’t hear.
Tourist. Jimmie, Katie, listen! What a tragedy! Ah, the poor young man! He is soon to fall and they ask him to pay a domiciliary tax.
Kate (the girl with glasses, pedantically). That can hardly be called a domicile, father. The meaning of domicile is—
James (pinching her). Lickspittle.
Mary (wearily). Papa, children, look! He’s again beginning to fall.
(There is excitement in the crowd, and again a bustling and shouting among the photographers.)
Tall Tourist. We must hurry, ladies and gentlemen. He must be saved at any cost. Who’s going with me?
The Curious (in chorus). We are all going! We are all going?
Tall Tourist. Policeman, did you hear? Come, ladies and gentlemen!