Second Photographer. The tragic situation of the young man—
Correspondent. Ye-es, very, very interesting.
Tourist. Did you hear, Aleck? This smart man, the chief correspondent, says it’s interesting, and you keep bothering about sandwiches. Dunce!
Aleck. May be he has had his dinner already.
Correspondent. Ladies and gentlemen, I beg you to be quiet.
Obliging Voices. It is quieter in the café.
Correspondent (shouts to the unknown man). Permit me to introduce myself. I am the chief correspondent of the European press. I have been sent here at the special request of the editors. I should like to ask you several questions concerning your situation. What is your name? What is your general position? How old are you? (The unknown man mumbles something.)
Correspondent (a little puzzled). I can’t hear a thing. Has he been that way all the time?
Voices. Yes, it’s impossible to hear a word he says.
Correspondent (jotting down something in his note-book). Fine! Are you a bachelor? (The unknown man mumbles.)