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?_--vould 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.