ROSARELLE
That great lump of clay, that ugly wax-work? That washed-out plaster saint?
BELLINE
She looks very ill.
ROSARELLE
She may have Jewish leprosy or Zanzibar plague or Bombay cholera.... I tell you, we must be careful: that's all very catching....
AIMETTE
(Coming up to the bench timidly.) I should like to sit down too, I'm very tired....
ROSARELLE
Mind what you're about, miss!... There's dust enough as it is; I don't want flour into the bargain.