IMP. Here's a menu from the Gargoyle. Say, you sure do look swell!
[Looking him over admiringly.
FORMER POOR MAN. [Grinning happily.] Some class to me now, eh! [Looking at menu.] And you watch me pick out a real dinner. [Sits down at left front.] First, I'll have a cocktail, then—let's see—I'll have—another cocktail. Next, oysters, and [he frowns and presses his hand to the pit of his stomach, keeping up a massaging motion]—green-turtle soup, sand dabs—chicken breasts—
[They become absorbed over the menu.
[The Vain Woman re-enters from the changing-room. She now has a smooth face, and she is looking at herself in a hand-glass, smiling and touching her face delightedly, She walks over to the railing, and leans over it to the Judge. He looks up questioningly.
VAIN WOMAN. [Smiling.] Oh, I am so happy again. Am I not beautiful?
JUDGE. [Pityingly.] You are a vain, foolish woman.
[Since she is deaf, she does not hear his words, but thinks he is complimenting her. She smiles at him coyly.
VAIN WOMAN. Ah, Judge, you too are susceptible to my charms.
[The Judge, in great exasperation, puts away his papers, thrusts the transatlantic folder in his pocket, hastily closes his desk, and hurries to the hat-rack, puts on his overcoat, slips his skull-cap into his pocket and puts on his soft black hat. Then, with a shrug of his shoulders and a wave of his hand indicative of disgust, he slips quietly out.