Bill. Say, what the blazes——
Jack. Your napkin, sir. Your knife and fork, sir. You'll have a glass of water, of course, sir! (Rushes for water.) There, sir, you'll have bread and butter, sir?
Bill. I'll have a ham sandwich.
Jack. Ah! Most wholesome food—ham sandwiches! As quickly as possible, sir.
Bill. Make it a big one.
Jack (aside). You bet I will. (Hurries Left, gets sandwich and returns.) There's your sandwich. Ain't that a lulu? (To Schmidt.) See, Mr. Schmidt! Trade's picking up already.
Schmidt. Yes, I see—I make my fortune by you.
(Belle enters Left, looks about.)
Belle. Has my sister come for me?
Jack. Not yet. (Goes over to Belle.) Feeling any better?