American. I have no desire to discuss dogs with you. I don't believe you know anything about thoroughbred dogs. Waiter, sit this man down in his place.
Townsman. This is I must say, this is—
Waiter. Monsieur, you must not make a racket around you. This is a first class establishment. A real prince once dined here, I would have you understand. Come on now, if you please. [Leads Townsman back to his seat.]
Townsman [sits unwillingly]. Not a centime tip will that fellow get from me. Not a centime.
American. Waiter, Waiter, bring my dog a portion of liver, and not too fat. And a roast potato.
Beggar. [Coming down C.] [Jumps up, cries out wildly.] I can't stand any more. For eight days I have not had a warm morsel of food in my stomach. I am not a human being any more. I'll kill myself. [Runs to the edge of the dock and jumps overboard.] [The splash of the water is heard. The Townswoman and the Waiter call "help, help!" Whereupon, from every side a crowd collects so that the entire background is filled with people staring into the water.]
Townswoman. For God's sake he has thrown himself into the Seine. Oh, God! Oh, God!
Omnes. He's in the river!
American. [At table Right.] What a noisy place this is.
[Townsman at center throws off his coat and is unbuttoning his vest when his wife seizes him.]