tist, but I come from Europe, one of her
victims, and I know that she is a failure; that her palaces and peerages
are outworn toys of the human spirit, and that the only hope of mankind
lies in a new world. And here--in the land of to-morrow--you are trying
to bring back Europe----

QUINCY [_Interjecting_]
I wish we could!----

DAVID
Europe with her comic-opera coronets and her worm-eaten stage
decorations, and her pomp and chivalry built on a morass of crime and
misery----

QUINCY [_With sneering laugh_]
Morass!

DAVID [_With prophetic passion_]
But you shall not kill my dream! There shall come a fire round the
Crucible that will melt you and your breed like wax in a blowpipe----

QUINCY [_Furiously, with clenched fist_]
You----

DAVID
America _shall_ make good...!

PAPPELMEISTER [_Who has sat down and remained imperturbably seated
throughout all this scene, springs up and waves his umbrella
hysterically_]
_Hoch Quixano! Hoch! Hoch! Es lebe Quixano! Hoch!_

QUINCY
Poppy! You're dismissed!

PAPPELMEISTER [_Goes to DAVID with outstretched hand_]
_Danke._
[_They grip hands. PAPPELMEISTER turns to QUINCY DAVENPORT._]
Comic Opera! Ouf!

QUINCY [_Goes to street-door, at white heat._]
Are you coming, Miss Revendal?
[_He opens the door._]

VERA [_To QUINCY, but not moving_]
Pray, pray, accept my apologies--believe me, if I had known----

QUINCY [_Furiously_]
Then stop with your Jew!
[_Exit._]

MENDEL [_Frantically_]
But, Mr. Davenport--don't go! He is only a boy.
[_Exit after QUINCY DAVENPORT._]
You must consider----

DAVID
Oh, Herr Pappelmeister, you have lost your place!

PAPPELMEISTER
And saved my soul. Dollars are de devil. Now I must to an appointment.
_Auf baldiges Wiedersehen._
[_He shakes DAVID'S hand._]
Fraeulein Revendal!
[_He takes her hand and kisses it. Exit. DAVID and VERA stand
gazing at each other._]

VERA
What have you done? What have you done?

DAVID
What else could I do?

VERA
I hate the smart set as much as you--but as your ladder and your
trumpet----

DAVID
I would not stand indebted to them. I know you meant it for my good,
but what would these Europe-apers have understood of _my_ America--the
America of my music? They look back on Europe as a pleasure ground, a
palace of art--but I know
[_Getting hysterical_]
it is sodden with blood, red with bestial massacres----

VERA [_Alarmed, anxious_]
Let us talk no m