RA [_Puzzled_]
Eh!

PAPPELMEISTER
You do not broduce him. You clap de hands--but you do not broduce him.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
[_He breaks into a great roar of genial laughter._]

VERA [_Chiming in merrily_]
Ha! Ha! Ha! But I said I have to know everything first. Will he get a
good salary?

PAPPELMEISTER
Enough to keep a vife and eight children!

VERA [_Blushing_]
But he hasn't a----

PAPPELMEISTER
No, but de Christian had--he get de same--I mean salary, ha! ha! ha! not
children. Den he can be independent--vedder de fool-public like his
American symphony or not--_nicht wahr?_

VERA
You _are_ good to us----
[_Hastily correcting herself_]
to Mr. Quixano.

PAPPELMEISTER [_Smiling_]
And aldough you cannot broduce him, I broduce his symphony. _Was?_

VERA
Oh, Herr Pappelmeister! You are an angel.

PAPPELMEISTER
_Nein, nein, mein liebes Kind!_ I fear I haf not de correct shape for an
angel.
[_He laughs heartily. A knock at the door from the hall._]

VERA [_Merrily_]
_Now_ I clap my hands.
[_She claps._]
Come!
[_The door opens._]
Behold him!
[_She makes a conjurer's gesture. DAVID, bare-headed, carrying
his fiddle, opens the door, and stands staring in amazement at
PAPPELMEISTER._]

DAVID
I thought you asked me to meet your father.

PAPPELMEISTER
She is a magician. She has changed us.
[_He waves his umbrella._]
Hey presto, _was_? Ha! Ha! Ha!
[_He goes to DAVID, and shakes hands._]
_Und wie geht's?_ I hear you've left home.

DAVID
Yes, but I've such a bully cabin----

PAPPELMEISTER [_Alarmed_]
You are sailing avay?

VERA [_Laughing_]
No, no--that's only his way of describing his two-dollar-a-month garret.

DAVID
Yes--my state-room on the top deck!

VERA [_Smiling_]
Six foot square.

DAVID
But three other passengers aren't squeezed in, and it never pitches and
tosses. It's heavenly.

PAPPELMEISTER [_Smiling_]
And from heaven you flew down to blay in dat beer-hall. _Was?_
[_DAVID looks surprised._]
_I_ heard you.

DAVID
You! What on earth did you go _there_ for?

PAPPELMEISTER
Vat on earth does one go to a beer-hall for? Ha! Ha! Ha! For vawter! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Ven I hear you blay, I dink mit myself--if my blans succeed and
I get Carnegie Hall for Saturday Symphony Concerts, dat boy shall be one
of my first violins. _Was?_
[_He slaps DAVID on the left shoulder._]

DAVID [_Overwhelmed, ecstatic, yet wincing a little at the slap on