HAUTEVILLE. Indeed not! I am not paying a visit. If I lived to be a hundred, it would never occur to me to pay you a visit.
STROEBEL. Don't talk so much. Do you understand? [To Reisacher.] Get your report book ready.
HAUTEVILLE. Is this the complaint office? I demand to know at least why I was arrested.
STROEBEL. Oh, here you'll find that out soon enough. [To the officer.] You can go now. [Officer exit through middle door.]
HAUTEVILLE. Oh, Monsieur, what shameful treatment. I was locked up in a cell with two ordinary street walkers. You will help me, won't you?
STROEBEL [who has crossed over to Reisacher]. Please don't be so familiar.
HAUTEVILLE. I am so helpless. No one will listen to me. No one answers me. An awful looking woman brought me a cup of yellow broth and a rusty spoon—[indicating with her hand] so big. "Eat!" she said, and threw it down and left. You will see to it, sir, that my friends are notified, won't you?
STROEBEL [glancing over Reisacher's shoulder]. Your friends cannot help you here. [To Reisacher.] Don't make the margin so wide. You are wasting good paper. [To Hauteville.] Your friends can do nothing at all for you.
HAUTEVILLE. You think so, do you? One single word and I'll be set free.
STROEBEL [contemptuously]. Indeed!