Peggy. You never would have talked to him at all, if I hadn't put you up to it!
Will. Then, there's the restaurant keeper. For him I took Schmidt, our grocer.
Peggy. You have to talk to Schmidt—because we can't pay his bills!
Will. I see him sitting at the cashier's desk, reading a paper. (Interior of restaurant, with Schmidt.) It's nearly midnight, you see, and there's only one customer. (Full light on Play-play. Peggy and Will make quick secret exit.)
Schmidt. Vell, dis is vun bad night for business! (Customer grunts, having mouth full.) I tink ve have too much snow already dis vinter! (Customer grunts again.) You have some dessert, sir? Vere is dot vaitress hey? (Calls.) Hey, you! Belle!
Belle (off Left). Yes, sir!
Schmidt. Vy you don't stay in de room by de customers? Hey?
Belle (enters, evidently weak and ill, supports herself by the chair). I—I was busy, sir.
Schmidt. Vell, you stay busy by de customers!
Jack (enters from street, hesitating). I beg pardon—