Schmidt. Very well; me tired, cannot stay talking, walked thirty-five miles; call me in the morning. (lays himself down on bed.)
Mrs. B. At six o’clock?
Schmidt. Yaw. [Exit Mrs. B.
(Schmidt is troubled with the mosquitoes; he rises, shakes the bed, lies down again, is just boasting that when the morning comes he’ll walk out and forget to pay the four dollars, when he finds himself disturbed by the black servant.)
Teddy. I say, you, here!
Schmidt (remaining snugly ensconced in bed). Well, well; what is it you want now?
Teddy. Mrs. Barrisnobe sent me up for that four dollars.
Schmidt. What, didn’t I pay her?
Teddy. No, you did not.