's axin' ye to remain here? Faith, I'll quit off this blissid
minit!

MENDEL [_Taken aback_]
No, you can't do that.

KATHLEEN
And why can't I? Ye can keep yer dirthy wages.
[_She dumps down the candlestick violently on the table, and exit
hysterically into her bedroom._]

MENDEL [_Sighing heavily_]
She might have put on the other candlestick.
[_He goes to mantel and takes it. A rat-tat-tat at street-door._]
Who can that be?
[_Running to KATHLEEN'S door, holding candlestick forgetfully
low._]
Kathleen! There's a visitor!

KATHLEEN [_Angrily from within_]
I'm not here!

MENDEL
So long as you're in this house, you must do your work.
[_KATHLEEN'S head emerges sulkily._]

KATHLEEN
I tould ye I was lavin' at wanst. Let you open the door yerself.

MENDEL
I'm not dressed to receive visitors--it may be a new pupil.
[_He goes toward staircase, automatically carrying off the
candlestick which KATHLEEN has not caught sight of. Exit on the
left._]

KATHLEEN [_Moving toward the street-door_]
The divil fly away wid me if ivir from this 'our I set foot again among
haythen furriners----
[_She throws open the door angrily and then the outer door. VERA
REVENDAL, a beautiful girl in furs and muff, with a touch of the
exotic in her appearance, steps into the little vestibule._]

VERA
Is Mr. Quixano at home?

KATHLEEN [_Sulkily_]
Which Mr. Quixano?

VERA [_Surprised_]
Are there two Mr. Quixanos?

KATHLEEN [_Tartly_]
Didn't I say there was?

VERA
Then I want the one who plays.

KATHLEEN
There isn't a one who plays.

VERA
Oh, surely!

KATHLEEN
Ye're wrong entirely. They both plays.

VERA [_Smiling_]
Oh, dear! And I suppose they both play the violin.

KATHLEEN
Ye're wrong again. One plays the piano--ounly the young ginthleman plays
the fiddle--Mr. David!

VERA [_Eagerly_]
Ah, Mr. David--that's the one I want to see.

KATHLEEN
He's out.
[_She abruptly shuts the door._]

VERA [_Stopping its closing_]
Don't shut the door!

KATHLEEN [_Snappily_]
More chanst of seeing him out there than in here!

VERA
But I want to leave a message.

KATHLEEN
Then why don't ye come inside? It's freezin' me to the bone.
[_She sneezes._]
Atchoo!

VERA
I'm sorry.
[_She comes in and closes the door_]
Will you please say Miss Revendal called from the Settlement, and we are
anxiously awaiting his answer to the letter asking him to play for