ould she consent?

QUINCY
She's mad to get back on the stage--I'll run a theatre for her. It's
your daughter's consent that's the real trouble--she won't see me
because I lost my temper and told her to stop with her Jew. So I look to
you to straighten things out.

BARONESS
_Mais parfaitement._

BARON [_Frowning at her_]
You go too quick, Katusha. What influence have I on Vera? And _you_ she
has never even seen! To kick out the Jew-beast is one thing....

QUINCY
Well, anyhow, don't _shoot_ her--shoot the beast rather.
[_Sniggeringly._]

BARON
Shooting is too good for the enemies of Christ.
[_Crossing himself._]
At Kishineff we stick the swine.

QUINCY [_Interested_]
Ah! I read about that. Did you see the massacre?

BARON
Which one? Give me a cigarette, Katusha.
[_She obeys._]
We've had several Jew-massacres in Kishineff.

QUINCY
Have you? The papers only boomed one--four or five years ago--about
Easter time, I think----

BARON
Ah, yes--when the Jews insulted the procession of the Host!
[_Taking a light from the cigarette in his wife's mouth._]

QUINCY
Did they? I thought----

BARON [_Sarcastically_]
I daresay. That's the lies they spread in the West. They have the Press
in their hands, damn 'em. But you see I was on the spot.
[_He drops into a chair._]
I had charge of the whole district.

QUINCY [_Startled_]
You!

BARON
Yes, and I hurried a regiment up to teach the blaspheming brutes
manners----
[_He puffs out a leisurely cloud._]

QUINCY [_Whistling_]
Whew!... I--I say, old chap, I mean Baron, you'd better not say that
here.

BARON
Why not? I am proud of it.

BARONESS
My husband vas decorated for it--he has ze order of St. Vladimir.

BARON [_Proudly_]
Second class! Shall we allow these bigots to mock at all we hold sacred?
The Jews are the deadliest enemies of our holy autocracy and of the only
orthodox Church. Their _Bund_ is behind all the Revolution.

BARONESS
A plague-spot muz be cut out!

QUINCY
Well, I'd keep it dark if I were you. Kishineff is a back number, and we
don't take much stock in the new massacres. Still, we're a bit
squeamish----

BARON
Squeamish! Don't you lynch and roast your niggers?

QUINCY
Not officially. Whereas your Black Hundreds----

BARON
Black Hundreds! My dear Mr. Davenport, they are the white hosts of
Christ
[_Crossing himself_]
and of the Tsar, who is God's vicegerent on earth. Have you not read the
w