PASTOR (shouting even louder in a still more nasal voice in an effort to drown the other's). He has already confessed. Bear witness, ladies and gentlemen, that he has confessed and made his peace with heaven. SALVATION ARMY WOMAN (climbing on a rock and shrieking). I once wandered in the dark just as this sinner and I lived a bad life and was a drunkard, but when the light of truth-- A VOICE. Why, she is drunk now. PASTOR. Policeman, didn't he confess and make his peace with heaven? (The Salvation Army man continues to beat his drum frantically; the rest begin to drawl a song. Shouts, laughter, whistling. Singing in the café, and calls of "Waiter!" in all languages. The bewildered policemen tear themselves away from the pastor, who is pulling them somewhere; the photographers turn and twist about as if the seats were burning under them. An English lady comes riding in on a donkey, who, stopping suddenly, sprawls out his legs and refuses to go farther, adding his noise to the rest. Gradually the noise subsides. The Salvation Army band solemnly withdraws, and the pastor, waving his hands, follows them.) FIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (to the other). How impolite! This crowd doesn't know how to behave itself. SECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. Come, let's go away from here. FIRST ENGLISH TOURIST. One minute. (He shouts.) Listen, won't you hurry up and fall? SECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. What are you saying, Sir William? FIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (shouting). Don't you see that's what they are waiting for? As a gentleman you should grant them this pleasure and so escape the humiliation of undergoing tortures before this mob. SECOND ENGLISH TOURIST. Sir William. TOURIST (ecstatically). See? It's true. Aleck, Jimmie, it's true. What a tragedy! SEVERAL TOURISTS (going for the Englishman). How dare you? FIRST ENGLISH TOURIST (shoving them aside). Hurry up and fall! Do you hear? If you haven't the backbone I'll help you out with a pistol shot. VOICES. That red-haired devil has gone clear out of his mind. POLICEMAN (seizing the Englishman's hand). You have no right to do it, it's against the law. I'll arrest you. SOME TOURISTS. A barbarous nation! (The unknown man shouts something. Excitement below.) VOICES. Hear, hear, hear! UNKNOWN MAN (aloud). Take that jackass away to the devil. He wants to shoot me. And tell the boss that I can't stand it any longer. VOICES. What's that? What boss? He is losing his mind, the poor man. TOURIST. Aleck! Mary! This is a mad scene. Jimmie, you remember Hamlet? Quick. UNKNOWN MAN (angrily). Tell him my spinal column is broken. MARY (wearily). Papa, children, he's beginning to kick with his legs. KATE. Is that what is called convulsions, papa? TOURIST (rapturously). I don't know. I think it is. What a tragedy? ALECK (glumly). You fool! You keep cramming and cramming and you don't know that the right name for that is agony. And you wear eye-glasses, too. I can't bear it any longer, papa.