VERA [_Violently pushing his face away_] I hate you! I curse the day I was born your daughter! [_She staggers toward the door leading to the interior. At the same moment DAVID, who has reached the door leading to the hall, now feeling subconsciously that VERA is going and that his last reason for lingering on is removed, turns the door-handle. The click attracts the BARON'S attention, he veers round._] BARON [_To DAVID_] Halt! [_DAVID turns mechanically. VERA drifts out through her door, leaving the two men face to face. The BARON beckons to DAVID, who as if hypnotised moves nearer. The BARON whips out his pistol, slowly crosses to DAVID, who stands as if awaiting his fate. The BARON hands the pistol to DAVID._] You were right! [_He steps back swiftly with a touch of stern heroism into the attitude of the culprit at a military execution, awaiting the bullet._] Shoot me! DAVID [_Takes the pistol mechanically, looks long and pensively at it as with a sense of its irrelevance. Gradually his arm droops and lets the pistol fall on the table, and there his hand touches a string of his violin, which yields a little note. Thus reminded of it, he picks up the violin, and as his fingers draw out the broken string he murmurs_] I must get a new string. [_He resumes his dragging march toward the door, repeating maunderingly_] I must get a new string. [_The curtain falls._] Act IV _Saturday, July 4, evening. The Roof-Garden of the Settlement House, showing a beautiful, far-stretching panorama of New York, with its irregular sky-buildings on the left, and the harbour with its Statue of Liberty on the right. Everything is wet and gleaming after rain. Parapet at the back. Elevator on the right. Entrance from the stairs on the left. In the sky hang heavy clouds through which thin, golden lines of sunset are just beginning to labour. DAVID is discovered on a bench, hugging his violin-case to his breast, gazing moodily at the sky. A muffled sound of applause comes up from below and continues with varying intensity through the early part of the scene. Through it comes the noise of the elevator ascending. MENDEL steps out and hurries forward_. MENDEL Come down, David! Don't you hear them shouting for you? [_He passes his hand over the wet bench._] Good heavens! You will get rheumatic fever! DAVID Why have you followed me? MENDEL Get up--everything is still damp. DAVID [_Rising, gloomily_] Yes, there's a damper over everything. MENDEL Nonsense--the rain hasn't damped your triumph in the least. In fact, the more delicate effects wouldn't have gone so well in the open air. Listen! DAVID Let them shout. Who told you I was up here? MENDEL Miss Revendal, of course. DAVID [_Agitated_] Miss Revendal? How should _she_ know? MENDEL [_Sullenly_] She seems to understand your crazy ways.