Artist. Was not mine—a mistake. I am an artist, a performer. I come to make you a great, an extraordinary proposition.
Jacob. An extraordinary proposition?
Artist. Yes. To engage me. I have references.
Jacob. And is this what you have kept me talking two hours for, showing you my theatre? Wasting my time! Andate al diavolo! Morte de un canc! Mais fichez moi la paix toute de suite! Wasting my time! Valuable time!
Artist. Mr. Jacob! Mr. Jacob!
Mr. Jacob rushes out, followed by the Artist.
Ruhu-Sahib. [Calling a Waiter] Is the first part over yet?
Waiter. Just over. Don't you see the people coming out?
Ruhu-Sahib. Take this bottle away; bring another bottle. This time I pay myself. No go on the bill of Madame.
Waiter. Madame says she will pay for no more bottles, after that row you had yesterday.
Ruhu-Sahib. I pay myself. Bring another bottle. Don't talk so much. I break your head.
Waiter. Yes, sir.
Esther. Will you look at the elephant-driver?
Juliette. He's a case.
Esther. To add to your collection?
Juliette. Not for mine; he's too much for me.
Tobacco and Jenny enter.
Esther. Ah! Tobacco, the nigger clown. I have to laugh. He looks like a monkey.
Juliette. Is that his wife?
Esther. Yes, she's English. The funny thing is, though, they are married. They love each other, oh, so much! They have seven children.
Juliette. Blondes?
