MENDEL [_Irritated_] If you are going on like that, perhaps you had better _not_ remain here.
KATHLEEN [_Blazing up, forgetting to take the second candlestick_] And who's axin' ye to remain here? Faith, I'll quit off this blissid minit!
MENDEL [_Taken aback_] No, you can't do that.
KATHLEEN And why can't I? Ye can keep yer dirthy wages. [_She dumps down the candlestick violently on the table, and exit hysterically into her bedroom._]
MENDEL [_Sighing heavily_] She might have put on the other candlestick. [_He goes to mantel and takes it. A rat-tat-tat at street-door._] Who can that be? [_Running to KATHLEEN'S door, holding candlestick forgetfully low._] Kathleen! There's a visitor!
KATHLEEN [_Angrily from within_] I'm not here!
MENDEL So long as you're in this house, you must do your work. [_KATHLEEN'S head emerges sulkily._]
KATHLEEN I tould ye I was lavin' at wanst. Let you open the door yerself.
MENDEL I'm not dressed to receive visitors--it may be a new pupil. [_He goes toward staircase, automatically carrying off the candlestick which KATHLEEN has not caught sight of. Exit on the left._]
KATHLEEN [_Moving toward the street-door_] The divil fly away wid me if ivir from this 'our I set foot again among haythen furriners---- [_She throws open the door angrily and then the outer door. VERA REVENDAL, a beautiful girl in furs and muff, with a touch of the exotic in her appearance, steps into the little vestibule._]
VERA [_Surprised_] Are there two Mr. Quixanos?
KATHLEEN [_Tartly_] Didn't I say there was?
KATHLEEN Ye're wrong entirely. They both plays.
VERA [_Smiling_] Oh, dear! And I suppose they both play the violin.
KATHLEEN Ye're wrong again. One plays the piano--ounly the young ginthleman plays the fiddle--Mr. David!
VERA [_Eagerly_] Ah, Mr. David--that's the one I want to see.
KATHLEEN He's out. [_She abruptly shuts the door._]
VERA [_Stopping its closing_] Don't shut the door!
KATHLEEN [_Snappily_] More chanst of seeing him out there than in here!
KATHLEEN Then why don't ye come inside? It's freezin' me to the bone. [_She sneezes._] Atchoo!
VERA I'm sorry. [_She comes in and closes the door_] Will you please say Miss Revendal called from the Settlement, and we are anxiously awaiting his answer to the letter asking him to play for us on----