(Enter a new crowd of tourists, a very elegant gentleman, the chief correspondent of European newspapers at their head. He is followed by an ecstatic whisper of respect and admiration. Many leave the café to look at him, and even the waiter turns slightly around, glances at him quickly, smiles happily and continues on his way, spilling something from his tray.) VOICES. The correspondent! The correspondent! Look! LADY. Oh, my, and my husband is gone again! TOURIST. Jimmie, Mary, Aleck, Katie, Charlie, look! This is the chief correspondent. Do you realize it? The very highest of all. Whatever he writes goes. KATE. Mary, dear, again you are not looking. ALECK. I wish you would order some sandwiches for us. I can't stand it any longer. A human being has to eat. TOURIST (ecstatically). What a tragedy! Katie dear, can you realize it? Consider how awful. The weather is so beautiful, and the chief correspondent. Take out your note-book, Jimmie. JAMES. I lost it, father. CORRESPONDENT. Where is he? VOICES (obligingly). There, there he is. There! A little higher. Still higher! A little lower! No, higher! CORRESPONDENT. If you please, if you please, ladies and gentlemen, I will find him myself. Oh, yes, there he is. Hm! What a situation! TOURIST. Won't you have a chair? CORRESPONDENT. Thank you. (Sits down.) Hm! What a situation! Very interesting. Very interesting, indeed. (Whisks out his note-book; amiably to the photographers.) Have you taken any pictures yet, gentlemen? FIRST PHOTOGRAPHER. Yes, sir, certainly, certainly. We have photographed the place showing the general character of the locality-- SECOND PHOTOGRAPHER. The tragic situation of the young man-- CORRESPONDENT. Ye-es, very, very interesting. TOURIST. Did you hear, Aleck? This smart man, the chief correspondent, says it's interesting, and you keep bothering about sandwiches. Dunce! ALECK. May be he has had his dinner already. CORRESPONDENT. Ladies and gentlemen, I beg you to be quiet. OBLIGING VOICES. It is quieter in the café. CORRESPONDENT (shouts to the unknown man). Permit me to introduce myself. I am the chief correspondent of the European press. I have been sent here at the special request of the editors. I should like to ask you several questions concerning your situation. What is your name? What is your general position? How old are you? (The unknown man mumbles something.) CORRESPONDENT (a little puzzled). I can't hear a thing. Has he been that way all the time? VOICES. Yes, it's impossible to hear a word he says. CORRESPONDENT (jotting down something in his note-book). Fine! Are you a bachelor? (The unknown man mumbles.) CORRESPONDENT. I can't hear you. Are you married? Yes? TOURIST. He said he was a bachelor. SECOND TOURIST. No, he didn't. Of course, he's married. CORRESPONDENT (carelessly). You think so? All right. We'll put down, married. How many children have you? Can't hear! It seems to me he said three. Hm! Anyway, we'll put down five.