gh it was at Wiesbaden I picked him up too--he was conducting the
opera--your folks were in my box. I don't think I ever met anyone so mad
on music as the Baron. And the Baroness told me he had retired from
active service in the Army because of the torture of listening to the
average military band. Ha! Ha! Ha!

VERA
Yes, my father once hoped _my_ music would comfort him.
[_She smiles sadly._]
Poor father! But a soldier must bear defeat. Herr Pappelmeister, may I
not give you some tea?
[_She sits again at the table._]

QUINCY
Tea! Lager's more in Poppy's line.
[_He chuckles._]

PAPPELMEISTER [_Gravely_]
_Bitte._ Tea.
[_She pours out, he sits._]
Lemon. Four lumps.... _Nun_, five!... Or six!
[_She hands him the cup._]
_Danke._
[_As he receives the cup, he utters an exclamation, for KATHLEEN
after opening the door has lingered on, hunting around
everywhere, and having finally crawled under the table has now
brushed against his leg._]

VERA
What are you looking for?

KATHLEEN [_Her head emerging_]
My nose!
[_They are all startled and amused._]

VERA
Your nose?

KATHLEEN
I forgot me nose!

QUINCY
Well, follow your nose--and you'll find it. Ha! Ha! Ha!

KATHLEEN [_Pouncing on it_]
Here it is!
[_Picks it up near the armchair._]

OMNES
Oh!

KATHLEEN
Sure, it's gotten all dirthy.
[_She takes out a handkerchief and wipes the nose carefully._]

QUINCY
But why do you want a nose like that?

KATHLEEN [_Proudly_]
Bekaz we're Hebrews!

QUINCY
What!

VERA
What _do_ you mean?

KATHLEEN
It's our Carnival to-day! _Purim._
[_She carries her nose carefully and piously toward the
kitchen._]

VERA
Oh! I see.
[_Exit KATHLEEN._]

QUINCY [_In horror_]
Miss Revendal, you don't mean to say you've brought me to a Jew!

VERA
I'm afraid I have. I was thinking only of his genius, not his race. And
you see, so many musicians are Jews.

QUINCY
Not _my_ musicians. No Jew's harp in my orchestra, eh?
[_He sniggers._]
I wouldn't have a Jew if he paid _me_.

VERA
I daresay you have some, all the same.

QUINCY
Impossible. Poppy! Are there any Jews in my orchestra?

PAPPELMEISTER [_Removing the cup from his mouth and speaking with
sepulchral solemnity_]
Do you mean are dere any Christians?

QUINCY [_In horror_]
Gee-rusalem! Perhaps _you're_ a Jew!

PAPPELMEISTER [_Gravely_]
I haf not de honour. But, if you brefer,