Cashier. Well, is that all they say? When? How much do they want to pay? Ask them, ask them!
Percy. (Hesitating) They want—four rooms.
Cashier. When?
Percy. For—er—next Thursday.
Cashier. What kind of rooms?
Percy. On the second floor.
Cashier. Tell them we have only two on that floor at present, but another will be vacant the day they arrive—on the fifteenth. Or else we could let them have two first-rate rooms on the third floor, if they like.
Percy. Do you want me to tell them that?
Cashier. Yes, and hurry. (Percy hesitates) What are you waiting for?
Percy. (Dumbfounded) Eh?—er—(Listening at the telephone) Sonfrancaispollyvoogrllgon—Oh! (He hangs up the receiver) Whew, that’s over with, thank Heaven!