American. [Has listened to the entire song impassively.] Are you through? Waiter, put a muzzle on this man. [x to Table Right.]
Townswoman. That is what I call an elegant man. I have always wanted you to have a suit made like that. Ask him where he got it and what it cost.
Townsman. I couldn't ask an utter stranger what his clothes cost.
Townswoman. Of course not, but if it was a woman you would have been over there long ago.
Child. Mama, the bow-wow dog is biting me.
Townsman. My dear sir, your dog is biting my son.
American. You're mistaken, madame. My dog has been carefully trained to eat none other than boiled meat.
Artist [to the Young Man]. Pardon me for asking—but is the lady your wife or your fiancé?
American [sits, puts his legs on the two extra chairs]. Waiter! Garçon! Bring me a quart of Cliquot, and bring my dog a menu card.
[At the word "Cliquot" the Cocotte looks up and begins to flirt with the American.]