another waiter here, could you?

_Schmidt._ I could not. Move along now, or I call anodder police!

_Jack (returns to Belle)._ Gee, it must be tough for a girl like you
to be ordered about by a great hulking brute of a Dutchman who has
no thought in the world but his cash-drawer! Well, I've got to go.
May I come here to eat some time--if I can get the money?

_Belle._ Yes, surely.

_Jack._ Well, good-bye!

_Belle._ Good-bye _(she staggers slightly and he looks at her
sharply)._

_Jack._ Why, what's the matter with you?

_Belle._ Nothing. I'm--I'm just a little weak _(catches herself by
the chair)._

_Jack (supporting her)._ Why--she's fainting! Here! _(To Schmidt)_
Bring me some water. She is ill.

_Belle (feebly)._ No! I'm all right!

_Jack (to Schmidt)._ Hand me that water here. Quick, man! _(Schmidt
obeys, dazed by his vehemence.)_ There, that's better? _(Settles
Belle in chair.)_ Didn't you know the girl was ill?