what true?

DAVID
That you were married in a balloon?

QUINCY
Ho! Ha! Ha! That's true enough. Marriage in high life, they said, didn't
they? Ha! Ha! Ha!

DAVID
And is it true you live in America only two months in the year, and then
only to entertain Europeans who wander to these wild parts?

QUINCY
Lucky for you, young man. You'll have an Italian prince and a British
duke to hear your scribblings.

DAVID
And the palace where they will hear my scribblings--is it true that----?

VERA [_Who has been on pins and needles_]
Mr. Quixano, what possible----?

DAVID [_Entreatingly holds up a hand._]
Miss Revendal!
[_To QUINCY DAVENPORT_]
Is this palace the same whose grounds were turned into Venetian canals
where the guests ate in gondolas--gondolas that were draped with the
most wonderful trailing silks in imitation of the Venetian nobility in
the great water fetes?

QUINCY [_Turns to VERA_]
Ah, Miss Revendal--what a pity you refused that invitation! It was a
fairy scene of twinkling lights and delicious darkness--each couple had
their own gondola to sup in, and their own side-canal to slip down. Eh?
Ha! Ha! Ha!

DAVID
And the same night, women and children died of hunger in New York!

QUINCY [_Startled, drops eyeglass._]
Eh?

DAVID [_Furiously_]
And this is the sort of people you would invite to hear my
symphony--these gondola-guzzlers!

VERA
Mr. Quixano!

MENDEL
David!

DAVID
These magnificent animals who went into the gondolas two by two, to feed
and flirt!

QUINCY [_Dazed_]
Sir!

DAVID
I should be a new freak for you for a new freak evening--I and my dreams
and my music!

QUINCY
You low-down, ungrateful----

DAVID
Not for you and such as you have I sat here writing and dreaming; not
for you who are killing my America!

QUINCY
_Your_ America, forsooth, you Jew-immigrant!

VERA
Mr. Davenport!

DAVID
Yes--Jew-immigrant! But a Jew who knows that your Pilgrim Fathers came
straight out of his Old Testament, and that our Jew-immigrants are a
greater factor in the glory of this great commonwealth than some of you
sons of the soil. It is you, freak-fashionables, who are undoing the
work of Washington and Lincoln, vulgarising your high heritage, and
turning the last and noblest hope of humanity into a caricature.

QUINCY [_Rocking with laughter_]
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho! Ho!
[_To VERA._]
You never told me your Jew-scribbler was a socialist!

DAVID
I am nothing but a simple ar