es to window_]
Only some poor devil come to the Settlement.

BARON [_Hoarsely_]
But under his arm--a bomb!

QUINCY [_Shaking his head smilingly_]
A soup bowl.

BARONESS
Ha! Ha! Ha!

QUINCY
What makes you so nervous, Baron?
[_The BARON slips back his pistol, a little ashamed._]

BARONESS
Ze Intellectuals and ze _Bund_, zey all hate my husband because he is
faizful to Christ
[_Crossing herself_]
and ze Tsar.

QUINCY
But the Intellectuals are in Russia.

BARON
They have their branches here--the refugees are the leaders--it is a
diabolical network.

QUINCY
Well, anyhow, _we're_ not in Russia, eh? No, no, Baron, you're quite
safe. Still, you can keep my automobile as long as you like--I've
plenty.

BARON
A thousand thanks.
[_Wiping his forehead._]
But surely no gentleman would sit in the public car, squeezed between
working-men and shop-girls, not to say Jews and Blacks.

QUINCY
It _is_ done here. But we shall change all that. Already we have a few
taxi-cabs. Give us time, my dear Baron, give us time. You mustn't judge
us by your European standard.

BARON
By the European standard, Mr. Davenport, you put our hospitality to the
shame. From the moment you sent your yacht for us to Odessa----

QUINCY
Pray, don't ever speak of that again--you know how anxious I was to get
you to New York.

BARON
Provided we have arrived in time!

QUINCY
That's all right, I keep telling you. They aren't married yet----

BARON [_Grinding his teeth and shaking his fist_]
Those Jew-vermin--all my life I have suffered from them!

QUINCY
We all suffer from them.

BARONESS
Zey are ze pests of ze civilisation.

BARON
But this supreme insult Vera shall not put on the blood of the
Revendals--not if I have to shoot her down with my own hand--and myself
after!

QUINCY
No, no, Baron, that's not done here. Besides, if you shoot her down,
where do _I_ come in, eh?

BARON [_Puzzled_]
Where _you_ come in?

QUINCY
Oh, Baron! Surely you have guessed that it is not merely Jew-hate,
but--er--Christian love. Eh?
[_Laughing uneasily._]

BARON
You!

BARONESS [_Clapping her hands_]
Oh, _charmant, charmant_! But it ees a romance!

BARON
But you are married!

BARONESS [_Downcast_]
_Ah, oui._ _Quel dommage_, vat a peety!

QUINCY
You forget, Baron, we are in America. The law giveth and the law taketh
away.
[_He sniggers._]

BARONESS
It ees a vonderful country! But your vife--_hein?_--v