_Jack (looking at her keenly)._ When you're sick and discouraged and
lonely--yes. _(with sudden intensity)_ By Jove, I _do_ understand!
I've wandered up and down these streets all day and all night, and I
never dreamed of such loneliness! I could have gone and drowned
myself in the river.

_Belle._ I've thought of that too--but did you ever go and look in?
It's even more lonely in the river.

_Jack (hesitates)._ I wish you'd let me be a friend of yours
_(laughs with a touch of embarrassment)._ It's a queer way to get an
introduction.

_Belle._ I don't mind that. I can see when a man is straight--when I
can trust him.

_Jack (looks about)._ Well, I suppose I've got to go _(hesitates)._
Gee! _(looks outside)._ Brr-r! It's cold out there!

_Belle._ Have you no place to go?

_Jack._ I have not _(starts, then hesitates)._ Gee! I wish I had a
job here. Somehow it seems kind of homelike in this place!
_(pantomime showing Jack's reluctance)._ Well--I suppose I've got to
go on. Say--do you suppose they need another waiter here.

_Belle._ I don't know. You might ask.

_Jack (goes to Schimidt)._ I say, Mr. Schmidt, you couldn't use