Little Man [looking from face to face]. They might be me. [The Dutch Youth laughs.]
American [reproving him with a look]. That's true humility. 'Tisn't grammar. Now, here's a proposition that brings it nearer the bone: Would you step out of your way to help them when it was liable to bring you trouble?
German. Nein, nein! That is stupid.
Little Man [eager but wistful]. I'm afraid not. Of course one wants to—
German. Nein, nein! That is stupid! What is the duty?
Little Man. There was St. Francis d'Assisi and St. Julien l'Hospitalier, and—
American. Vurry lofty dispositions. Guess they died of them. [He rises.] Shake hands, sir—my name is—[He hands a card.] I am an ice-machine maker. [He shakes the Little Man's hand.] I like your sentiments—I feel kind of brotherly. [Catching sight of the Waiter appearing in the doorway.] Waiter, where to h—ll is that flash of beer?
German. Cigarren!
Waiter. Komm' gleich! [He vanishes.]
Englishman [consulting watch]. Train's late.