Harlequin: Very well; but is a life like that worth living?
Doctor: That’s your affair.
Harlequin: What illness have I got?
Doctor: Old age.
Harlequin: Why, I could be your son!
Doctor: You’re too impudent for that. Good-bye. (To Pierrot.) And who pays for the visit ? (Pierrot nods towards Harlequin.)
Doctor (again to Harlequin): Good-bye.
Harlequin: Good-bye. (Doctor goes out undecidedly and stops.) Have you forgotten anything?
Doctor: Have you forgotten anything?
Harlequin: No, nothing; I thoroughly remember all your instructions. Don’t be uneasy.
Doctor: No, no; I’m not uneasy about that.
Harlequin: Then about what?
Doctor: H’m. Speaking between ourselves, you’ve forgotten to pay me for my visit.
Harlequin: Impossible! How curious!
Doctor: But please don’t be angry with me.
Harlequin: Good heavens, no!
Doctor: Then good-bye.
Harlequin (shaking his hand feelingly): Good-bye, doctor, good-bye.
