Pat (enters, says). Ah, this must be the bed. You here, Mike? Mike, hurry up.
Schmidt. Hi, now, vot is all dis trouble about?
Pat. Why, Mike, hurry up; we got to catch the early morning train. We must start, you know, for Boston, and that right away. Now hurry up.
Schmidt. I want no train, no Boston. I paid four dollars for this bed, and I’ve had no sleep on it yet.
Pat. Four dollars for that bed? I don’t believe it. But, I say, do you hear, hurry up, no fooling.
Schmidt (rising up). Are you going to get out of here?
Pat. Oh, dear, I’ve made a mistake. You are an old Dutchman, and I after an Irishman. Beg pardon. Will leave you for a good night’s rest.
Schmidt. Confound them! Another beefsteak! Wonder if I shall get any sleep before morning!
Enter the Doctor.
Doctor (pushes his head in at the window, says). I believe this is Mrs. Barrisnobe’s hotel. I will enter by the front door. Ah, this must be the bed. Come, young man, are you fast asleep?