_Peggy._ You _have_ to talk to Schmidt--because we can't pay his
bills!

_Will._ I see him sitting at the cashier's desk, reading a paper.
_(Interior of restaurant, with Schmidt.)_ It's nearly midnight, you
see, and there's only one customer. _(Full light on Play-play. Peggy
and Will make quick secret exit.)_

_Schmidt._ Vell, dis is vun bad night for business! _(Customer
grunts, having mouth full.)_ I tink ve have too much snow already
dis vinter! _(Customer grunts again.)_ You have some dessert, sir?
Vere is dot vaitress hey? _(Calls.)_ Hey, you! Belle!

_Belle (off Left)._ Yes, sir!

_Schmidt._ Vy you don't stay in de room by de customers? Hey?

_Belle (enters, evidently weak and ill, supports herself by the
chair)._ I--I was busy, sir.

_Schmidt._ Vell, you stay busy by de customers!

_Jack (enters from street, hesitating)._ I beg pardon--

_Schmidt._ Hey?

_Jack._ Can I get something to eat?

_Schmidt._ Vy not?