on Gounod and Rossini.

MENDEL
Pappelmeister's idea of relaxation! _I_ should have given them comic
opera.
[_With sudden call to KATHLEEN, who with her mistress is at the
wrong exit._]
Kathleen! The elevator's _this_ side!

KATHLEEN [_Turning_]
What way can that be, when I came up _this_ side?

MENDEL
You chatter too much.
[_FRAU QUIXANO, not understanding, exit._]
Come this way. Can't you see the elevator?

KATHLEEN [_Perceives FRAU QUIXANO has gone, calls after her in
Irish-sounding Yiddish_]
_Wu geht Ihr_, bedad?...
[_Impatiently_]
Houly Moses, _komm' zurick_!
[_Exit anxiously, re-enter with FRAU QUIXANO._]
Begorra, we Jews never know our way.
[_MENDEL, carrying the violin, escorts his mother and KATHLEEN to
the elevator. When they are near it, it stops with a thud, and
PAPPELMEISTER springs out, his umbrella up, meeting them face to
face. He looks happy and beaming over DAVID'S triumph._]

PAPPELMEISTER [_In loud, joyous voice_]
_Nun, Frau Quixano, was sagen Sie?_ Vat you tink of your David?

FRAU QUIXANO
_Dovid? Er ist meshuggah._
[_She taps her forehead._]

PAPPELMEISTER [_Puzzled, to MENDEL_]
_Meshuggah!_ Vat means _meshuggah_? Crazy?

MENDEL [_Half-smiling_]
You've struck it. She says David doesn't know enough to go in out of the
rain.
[_General laughter._]

DAVID [_Rising_]
But it's stopped raining, Herr Pappelmeister. You don't want your
umbrella.
[_General laughter._]

PAPPELMEISTER
_So._
[_Shuts it down._]

MENDEL
_Herein, Mutter._
[_He pushes FRAU QUIXANO'S somewhat shrinking form into the
elevator. KATHLEEN follows, then MENDEL._]
Herr Pappelmeister, we are all your grateful servants.
[_PAPPELMEISTER bows; the gates close, the elevator descends._]

DAVID
And you won't think _me_ ungrateful for running away--you know my thanks
are too deep to be spoken.

PAPPELMEISTER
And zo are my congratulations!

DAVID
Then, don't speak them, please.

PAPPELMEISTER
But you _must_ come and speak to all de people in America who
undershtand music.

DAVID [_Half-smiling_]
To your four connoisseurs?
[_Seriously_]
Oh, please! I really could not meet strangers, especially musical
vampires.

PAPPELMEISTER [_Half-startled, half-angry_]
Vampires? Oh, come!

DAVID
Voluptuaries, then--rich, idle aesthetes to whom art and life have no
connection, parasites who suck our music----

PAPPELMEISTER [