DAUGHTER (surprised). No.
SINGER. Then I will be frank with you. Just lately I have been wondering too.
DAUGHTER. Oh!
SINGER (rapidly). I have a house; you would like my house. I have a park; you would like the park. Horses to ride and jewels to wear. I go to London sometimes and see the King; you would like London.
DAUGHTER (tragically). I have never been to London.
SINGER (letting himself go suddenly). Sweetheart, all that I have—(In an ordinary whisper) Be careful, Fiddler just went past the window. (Keeping his arm round her, he breaks into the last line or two of his song. She joins in, as if they were rehearsing.)
[Enter the FIDDLER.]
SINGER (to DAUGHTER). Yes, I think we have it pretty well now. 'Tis a good song. (Turning round suddenly and seeing the FIDDLER). Ah, Fiddler, are you there? What do you think of it?
FIDDLER. Isn't it time to start?
SINGER. To start? Ah yes, we start this afternoon. Well, we have had a pleasant holiday and must get to work again.