KATHLEEN Shpanish! [_She picks up the old Hebrew book on the armchair._] Look at the ould lady's book. Is that Shpanish? [_She points to the Mizrach._] And that houly picture the ould lady says her pater-noster to! Is that Shpanish? And that houly table-cloth with the houly silver candle---- [_Cry of sudden astonishment_] Why, I've ounly put---- [_She looks toward mantel and utters a great cry of alarm as she drops the Hebrew book on the floor._] Why, where's the other candleshtick! Mother in hivin, they'll say I shtole the candleshtick! [_Perceiving that VERA is dazedly moving toward door_] Beggin' your pardon, miss---- [_She is about to move a chair toward the desk._] VERA Thank you, I've changed my mind. KATHLEEN That's more than I'll do. VERA [_Hand on door_] Don't say I called at all. KATHLEEN Plaze yerself. What name did ye say? [_MENDEL enters hastily from his bedroom, completely transmogrified, minus the skull-cap, with a Prince Albert coat, and boots instead of slippers, so that his appearance is gentlemanly. KATHLEEN begins to search quietly and unostentatiously in the table-drawers, the chiffonier, etc., etc., for the candlestick._ MENDEL I am sorry if I have kept you waiting---- [_He rubs his hands importantly._] You see I have so many pupils already. Won't you sit down? [_He indicates a chair._] VERA [_Flushing, embarrassed, releasing her hold of the door handle_] Thank you--I--I--I didn't come about pianoforte lessons. MENDEL [_Sighing in disappointment_] _Ach!_ VERA In fact I--er--it wasn't you I wanted at all--I was just going. MENDEL [_Politely_] Perhaps I can direct you to the house you are looking for. VERA Thank you, I won't trouble you. [_She turns toward the door again._] MENDEL Allow me! [_He opens the door for her._] VERA [_Hesitating, struck by his manners, struggling with her anti-Jewish prejudice_] It--it--was your son I wanted. MENDEL [_His face lighting up_] You mean my nephew, David. Yes, _he_ gives violin lessons. [_He closes the door._] VERA Oh, is he your nephew? MENDEL I am sorry he is out--he, too, has so many pupils, though at the moment he is only at the Crippled Children's Home--playing to them. VERA How lovely of him! [_Touched and deciding to conquer her prejudice_] But that's just what _I_ came about--I mean we'd like him to play again at our Settlement. Please ask him why he hasn't answered Miss Andrews's letter. MENDEL [_Astonished_] He hasn't answered your letter? VERA Oh, I'm not Miss Andrews; I'm only her assistant. MENDEL I see--Kathleen, whatever are you doing under the table? [_KATHLEEN, in her hunting around for the candlestick, is now stooping and lifting up the table-cloth._] KATHLEEN Sure the fiend's after witching away the candleshtick. MENDEL [_Embarrassed_] The candlestick? Oh--I--I think you'll find it in my bedroom.