till at last he is conducting elaborately, stretching
out his left palm for pianissimo passages, and raising it
vigorously for forte, with every now and then an exclamation._]
_Wunderschoen!... pianissimo!_--now the flutes! Clarinets! _Ach,
ergoetzlich_ ... bassoons and drums!... _Fortissimo!... Kolossal!
Kolossal!_
[_Conducting in a fury of enthusiasm._]

VERA [_Clapping her hands_]
Bravo! Bravo! I'm so excited!

QUINCY [_Yawning_]
Then it isn't bad, Poppy?

PAPPELMEISTER [_Not listening, never ceasing to conduct_]
_Und_ de harp solo ... _ach, reizend!_ ... Second violins----!

QUINCY
But Poppy! We can't be here all day.

PAPPELMEISTER [_Not listening, continuing pantomime action_]
Sh! Sh! _Piano._

QUINCY [_Outraged_]
Sh to _me_!
[_Rises._]

VERA
He doesn't know it's you.

QUINCY
But look here, Poppy----
[_He seizes the wildly-moving umbrella. Blank stare of
PAPPELMEISTER gradually returning to consciousness._]

PAPPELMEISTER
_Was giebt's...?_

QUINCY
We've had enough.

PAPPELMEISTER [_Indignant_]
Enough? Enough? Of such a beaudiful symphony?

QUINCY
It may be beautiful to you, but to us it's damn dull. See here, Poppy,
if you're satisfied that the young fellow has sufficient talent to be
sent to study in Germany----

PAPPELMEISTER
In Germany! Germany has nodings to teach him, he has to teach Germany.

VERA
Bravo!
[_She springs up._]

MENDEL
I always said he was a genius!

QUINCY
Well, at that rate you could put this stuff of his in one of my
programmes. _Sinfonia Americana_, eh?

VERA
Oh, that _is_ good of you.

PAPPELMEISTER
I should be broud to indroduce it to de vorld.

VERA
And will it be played in that wonderful marble music-room overlooking
the Hudson?

QUINCY
Sure. Before five hundred of the smartest folk in America.

MENDEL
Oh, thank you, thank you. That will mean fame!

QUINCY
And dollars. Don't forget the dollars.

MENDEL
I'll run and tell him.
[_He hastens into the kitchen, PAPPELMEISTER is re-absorbed in
the MS., but no longer conducting._]

QUINCY
You see, I'll help even a Jew for your sake.

VERA
Hush!
[_Indicating PAPPELMEISTER._]

QUINCY
Oh, Poppy's in the moon.

VERA
You must help him for his own sake, for art's sake.

QUINCY
And why not for heart's sake--for my sake?
[_He comes nearer._]

VERA [_Crossing to PAPPELMEISTER_]
Herr Pappelmeister! When do you think you can produce i