American. The Germans are great readers. Vurry stimulating practice. I read most anything myself! [The German holds up the book so that the title may be read.] "Don Quixote"—fine book. We Amurricans take considerable stock in old man Quixote. Bit of a wild-cat—but we don't laugh at him.
German. He is dead. Dead as a sheep. A good thing, too.
American. In Amurrica we have still quite an amount of chivalry.
German. Chivalry is nothing—sentimentalisch. In modern days—no good. A man must push, he must pull.
American. So you say. But I judge your form of chivalry is sacrifice to the state. We allow more freedom to the individual soul. Where there's something little and weak, we feel it kind of noble to give up to it. That way we feel elevated. [As he speaks there is seen in the corridor doorway the Little Man, with the Woman's Baby still on his arm and the bundle held in the other hand. He peers in anxiously. The English, acutely conscious, try to dissociate themselves from his presence with their papers. The Dutch Youth laughs.]
German. Ach! So!
American. Dear me!
Little Man. Is there room? I can't find a seat.
American. Why, yes! There's a seat for one.
Little Man [depositing bundle outside, and heaving Baby]. May I?