Belle (faintly). No, sir! No!
Jack. But you are!
Belle (gazing in terror at Schmidt, who is reading). Ssh! Mr. Schmidt will hear you.
Jack (hesitates, then begins to eat again, but keeping an eye on Belle, who makes desperate efforts to keep steady).
Schmidt (looks up from paper, gazes through window and rises). Vat for a night for business! (Goes Left, yawning; exit.)
Jack (still eating rapidly). You have to work?
Belle. Of course!
Jack. Have you no friends—no people?
Belle (hesitates). I'm not supposed to talk to customers.
Jack. But I'm asking you questions.