TOWNSMAN. Calm yourself, old woman. It's all theoretical that married women are good cooks and married men are polygamists. BEGGAR. The rich man in his banquet hall Has everything I long for! The poor.... TOWNSMAN. Let him banquet in peace. [_They sit at the table from which the Waiter has just risen._] CHILD. I want to give the poor man something. Papa! Money! Papa! Money! TOWNSMAN [_kisses child_]. A heart of gold has my little Phillip. A disposition like butter. He gets that from me. TOWNSMAN. What? Asking for money or the oleo margerine disposition? CHILD. When I give the poor man something he makes a funny face and I have to laugh. Papa, money! TOWNSMAN. Since I've been married I make all kinds of faces, but no one gives me anything. [_Searches in his pocket book._] Too bad, I've nothing smaller than a centime piece. TOWNSMAN. Of course, you'd rather bring up our Phillip to have a heart of stone. Children should be taught to love people. They must be brought up in that way--to have regard and respect for the most unfortunate fellow beings--How that woman is perfumed. Women like that shouldn't be permitted in the city. YOUNG MAN [_to the Cocotte_]. I would buy you two beautiful air ships, a half moon for week days and a star for Sundays. All my millions I would lay at your feet. [_Raising his hand._] Waiter--another glass of water, please. COCOTTE. I'd like to kiss you, my little wild horse. [_Waiter dusts table, Right Center. Flirts with the Artist._] [_Child, Man and Wife sit at table Right Center._] WAITER [_to the Townsman_]. What can I bring you? TOWNSMAN. For the child, a glass of milk, but be sure it's well cooked. [_To the Child._] A little glass of good ninni for my darling, a glass of ninni from the big moo cow. TOWNSMAN [_mocking her_]. And for me a glass of red wine--a little glass of good red wine for the big moo-ox. TOWNSWOMAN [_angry_]. That's just like you. Begrudge a glass of milk to your own child--naturally--so long as you have your cigar and your wine-- TOWNSMAN. My dear, I hereby give little Phillip permission to drink three cows dry. And of my next week's wages, you may buy him a whole herd of cows. CHILD. I want chocolate! Chocolate, mama! TOWNSMAN. You shall have it. As much as you want. Wouldn't you perhaps like to have a glass of champagne, little Phillip, and a Henry Clay cigar and a salad made of a big moo-chicken? YOUNG MAN [_getting up, x to Center. Jumps up and runs to the Artist_]. Sir! Sir! This is unheard of. You've been drawing this lady all the time. She is a respectable lady, do you understand? For all you know she may be my wife. ARTIST [_phlegmatically_]. More than that--for all I know she may be your mother. YOUNG MAN [_stammering_]. My dear sir--I must call you to account--what do you mean by-- ARTIST. Why are you so excited? Isn't it a good likeness?