[_During the excitement the Beggar passes through the crowd begging and singing._] BEGGAR. The rich man in his banquet hall, Has everything I long for. The poor man gets the crumbs that fall, That's what I sing this song for. Help a poor man, sir. AMERICAN [_cries out in sudden alarm._] My dog! My Molly! She has jumped into the river! [_The crowd is still and listening to him._] She will drown! [_Runs to the edge of the dock._] There she is--swimming. Oh, my Molly! She cost me eighty dollars. [_Desperately._] A hundred dollars to the man that saves my dog. A hundred dollars. A MAN. Do you mean that? AMERICAN [_deaf to everything but his anxiety_]. A hundred dollars. Here, I'll put it up with the Waiter--a hundred dollars for my poor dog. VOICES IN THE CROWD. A hundred dollars! Five hundred francs! [_The Crowd moves, pushing and gesticulating to the water's edge. One by one they jump into the Seine with a great splashing. Only the American, the Young Man, the Cocotte and the Beggar remain._] AMERICAN. My poor Molly! She loved me like a son! Where is that pole? [_Gets pole and thrusts with it in the water._] A VOICE. Hey! Oh! My head! AMERICAN [_beside himself_]. There--over there--the poor dog never had a swimming lesson. [_Sees the Young Man._] What are you standing there for? You with your precious neighborly love! A hundred and fifty dollars for my dog! Jump in! Here is a deposit. [_Pushes money in his hand._] YOUNG MAN [_makes ready to jump, but stops at the edge and turns around_]. No! For a dog? Never! AMERICAN. It was a thoroughbred dog. Jump! I'll give you two hundred--I'll take you back to the U. S. A. with me--I'll pay for your musical education--anything--if you save my dog. YOUNG MAN. Will you really pay for my musical education if I save your dog? AMERICAN [_on knees by wall_]. Every instrument there is--piano, piccolo, cornet, bass drum--only jump!--jump! YOUNG MAN [_upon wall throws a farewell kiss to the Cocotte, takes a heroic posture_]. With God! [_Makes a perfect dive into the river._] AMERICAN [_at the end of the dock, brokenly_]. Poor Molly! [_Dries his eyes with handkerchief._] I'll endow a home for poor Parisians if she is brought back to me alive. [_To the Cocotte._] Oh, dear lady, I don't know whether I shall be able to meet you to-morrow at the Avenue de l'Opera. I have had a bereavement. [_Comes down to the pavement._] I must telephone to the lifeguard station. [_Exits into the café._] Poor Molly! All the insurance I carried on her is three thousand dollars. [_Exit with Artist into café, Right._] [_There is a brief pause._] BEGGAR [_angrily_]. Damn his heart; the dog tender! I hope he drowns himself. Just as I was doing the best business in weeks that damn dog had to spoil everything. The scabby beast. COCOTTE. How often have I asked you not to use those vulgar expressions.