Policeman. Two days.
First Tourist. Aha! He'll drop at night.
Second Tourist. In two hours. A hundred to a hundred.
First Tourist. Put it down. [He shouts to the man on the rock.] How are you feeling? What? I can't hear you.
Unknown Man [in a scarcely audible voice]. Bad, very bad.
Lady. Oh, heavens, and my husband is not here!
Little Girl [running in]. Papa said he'll get here in plenty of time. He's playing chess.
Lady. Oh, heavens! Nellie, tell him he must come. I insist. But perhaps I had rather—Will he fall soon, Mr. Policeman? No? Nellie, you go. I'll stay here and keep the place for papa.
[A tall, lanky woman of unusually independent and military appearance and a tourist dispute for the same place. The tourist, a short, quiet, rather weak man, feebly defends his rights; the woman is resolute and aggressive.]
Tourist. But, lady, it is my place. I have been standing here for two hours.