German Traveler. Kellner, bezahlen! [His voice is, like his mustache, stiff and brushed up at the ends. His figure also is stiff and his hair a little gray; clearly once, if not now, a colonel.]
Waiter. Komm' gleich! [The baby on the bundle wails. The mother takes it up to soothe it. A young, red-cheeked Dutchman at the fourth table stops eating and laughs.]
American. My eggs! Get a wiggle on you!
Waiter. Yes, sare. [He rapidly recedes. A Little Man in a soft hat is seen to the right of the tables. He stands a moment looking after the hurrying waiter, then seats himself at the fifth table.]
Englishman [looking at his watch]. Ten minutes more.
Englishwoman. Bother!
American [addressing them]. 'Pears as if they'd a prejudice against eggs here, anyway. [The English look at him, but do not speak.]
German [in creditable English]. In these places man can get nothing. [The Waiter comes flying back with a compote for the Dutch Youth, who pays.]
German. Kellner, bezahlen!
Waiter. Eine Krone sechzig. [The German pays.]