James. Of Helsingfors, I know. Don't bother me, father!
Mary [dismally]. He dreamed about garçons all night long.
Aleck. Why don't you order sandwiches, father.
Comb-Vender [mysteriously]. Tortoise-shell. Genuine tortoise-shell.
Tourist [credulously]. Stolen?
Vendor. Why, sir, the idea!
Tourist [angrily]. Do you mean to tell me it's genuine if it isn't stolen? Go on. Not much.
Military Woman [amiably]. Are all these your children?
Tourist. Yes, madam. A father's duty. You see, they are protesting. It is the eternal conflict between fathers and children. Here is such a tragedy going on, such a heart-rending tragedy—Mary, you are blinking your eyes again.
Military Woman. You are quite right. Children must be hardened to things. But why do you call this a terrible tragedy? Every roofer, when he falls, falls from a great height. But this here—what is it? A hundred, two hundred feet. I saw a man fall plumb from the sky.