First Policeman. Move on, move on, you! Where are you going? Is that your daughter, lady? Please take her away! The young man will soon fall.
Lady. Soon? Did you say he is going to fall soon? Oh, heavens, and my husband's not here!
Little Girl. He's in the café, mamma.
Lady [desperately]. Yes, of course. He's always in the café. Go call him, Nellie. Tell him the man will soon drop. Hurry! Hurry!
Voices. Waiter!—Garçon—Kellner—Three beers out here!—No beer?—What?—Say, that's a fine bar—We'll have some in a moment—Hurry up—Waiter!—Waiter!—Garçon!
First Policeman. Say, boy, you're here again?
Boy. I wanted to take the stone away.
Policeman. What for?
Boy. So he shouldn't get hurt so badly when he falls.
Second Policeman. The boy is right. We ought to remove the stone. We ought to clear the place altogether. Isn't there any sawdust or sand about?