Military Woman. Men are so rude nowadays. They will never give their place to a woman. Have you brought peppermints with you?
Lady [frightened]. No. Why? Is it necessary?
Military Woman. When you keep looking up a long time you are bound to get sick. Sure thing. Have you spirits of ammonia? No? Good gracious, how thoughtless! How will they bring you back to consciousness when he falls? You haven't any smelling salts either, I dare say. Of course not. Have you anybody to take care of you, seeing that you are so helpless yourself?
Lady [frightened]. I will tell my husband. He is in the café.
Military Woman. Your husband is a brute.
Policeman. Whose coat is this? Who threw this rag here?
Boy. It's mine. I spread my coat there so that he doesn't hurt himself so badly when he falls.
Policeman. Take it away.
[Two tourists armed with cameras contending for the same position.]
First Tourist. I wanted this place.