SECOND GIRL. Papa, Mary has closed her eyes again. FIRST STUDENT. Let us sit down, papa! Upon my word, he won't fall to-day. The porter told me so. I can't stand it any more. You've been dragging us about every day from morning till night visiting art galleries. TOURIST. What's that? For whose benefit am I doing this? Do you think I enjoy spending my time with a dunce? SECOND GIRL. Papa, Mary is blinking her eyes again. SECOND STUDENT. I can't stand it either. I have terrible dreams. Yesterday I dreamed of garçons the whole night long. TOURIST. Jimmie. FIRST STUDENT. I have gotten so thin I am nothing but skin and bones. I can't stand it any more, father. I'd rather be a farmer, or tend pigs. TOURIST. Aleck. FIRST STUDENT. If he were really to fall--but it's a fake. You believe every lie told you! They all lie. Baedecker lies, too. Yes, your Baedecker lies! MARY (dismally). Papa, children, he's beginning to fall. (The man on the rock shouts something down into the crowd. There is general commotion. Voices, "Look, he's falling." Field-glasses are raised; the photographers, violently agitated, click their cameras; the policemen diligently clean the place where he is to fall.) PHOTOGRAPHER. Oh, hang it! What is the matter with me? The devil! When a man's in a hurry-- SECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. Brother, your camera is closed. PHOTOGRAPHER. The devil take it. VOICES. Hush! He's getting ready to fall.-- No, he's saying something.--No, he's falling.--Hush! UNKNOWN MAN ON THE ROCK (faintly). Save me! Save me! TOURIST. Ah, poor young man. Mary, Jimmie, there's a tragedy for you. The sky is clear, the weather is beautiful, and has he to fall and be shattered to death? Can you realize how dreadful that is, Aleck? STUDENT (wearily). Yes, I can realize it. TOURIST. Mary, can you realize it? Imagine. There is the sky. There are people enjoying themselves and partaking of refreshments. Everything is so nice and pleasant, and he has to fall. What a tragedy! Do you remember Hamlet? SECOND GIRL (prompting). Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, of Alsinore. JAMES. Of Helsingfors, I know. Don't bother me, father! MARY (dismally). He dreamed about garçons all night long. ALECK. Why don't you order sandwiches, father. COMB-VENDER (mysteriously). Tortoise-shell. Genuine tortoise-shell. TOURIST (credulously). Stolen? VENDER. Why, sir, the idea! TOURIST (angrily). Do you mean to tell me it's genuine if it isn't stolen? Go on. Not much. MILITARY WOMAN (amiably). Are all these your children? TOURIST. Yes, madam. A father's duty. You see, they are protesting. It is the eternal conflict between fathers and children. Here is such a tragedy going on, such a heart-rending tragedy--Mary, you are blinking your eyes again.