THE LUXURY The Blue Bird?... Wait a bit.... Yes, I remember.... Some one was telling me about him the other day.... He is a bird, that is not good to eat, I believe.... At any rate, he has never figured on our table.... That means that we have a poor opinion of him. But don't trouble; we have much better things.... You shall share our life, you shall see all that we do....
TYLTYL What do you do?
THE LUXURY Why, we occupy ourselves incessantly in doing nothing.... We never have a moment's rest.... We have to drink, we have to eat, we have to sleep. It's most engrossing....
TYLTYL Is it amusing?
THE LUXURY Why, yes.... It needs must be; it's all there is on this Earth....
LIGHT Do you think so?...
THE LUXURY (pointing to LIGHT, aside, to TYLTYL) Who is that ill-bred young person?...
(During the whole of the preceding conversation a crowd of LUXURIES of the second order have been busying themselves with the DOG, SUGAR and BREAD and have dragged them to the orgie. TYLTYL suddenly sees them seated fraternally at the table with their hosts, eating, drinking and flinging themselves about wildly.)
TYLTYL Why, look, Light!... They are sitting at the table!...
LIGHT Call them back, or this will have a bad end!...