Unknown Man. What’s that? What did you say about the next time?
Hotel Keeper. You shut up there!
Unknown Man. For ten dollars?
Pastor. Pray, what impudence! I just made his peace with heaven when he was in danger of his life. You have heard him threatening to fall on my head, haven’t you? And still he is dissatisfied. Adulterer, thief, murderer, coveter of your neighbor’s ass—
Photographer. Ladies and gentlemen, an ass!
Second Photographer. Where, where is an ass?
Photographer (calmed). I thought I heard one.
Second Photographer. It is you who are an ass. I have become cross-eyed on account of your shouting: “An ass! An ass!”
Mary (wearily). Papa, children, look! A policeman is coming.
(Excitement and noise. On one side a crowd pulling a policeman, on the other the hotel keeper; both keep crying: “Excuse me! Excuse me!”)