DAUGHTER (eagerly). And I am coming with you.
FIDDLER. It is settled?
DAUGHTER. Oh yes, I think so.
FIDDLER. It is the best life. (TO DAUGHTER) Play something.
[As the DAUGHTER goes to the spinet, the SINGER goes out.]
(They play. When it is over, the DAUGHTER turns round and looks at the FIDDLER, and sighs.)
DAUGHTER. That is all you want? Just you and your fiddle and the open road?
FIDDLER. It is the best life.
[The TALKER appears at the window.]
TALKER. Aha! what did I hear? Did I hear our loquacious Fiddler perorating upon Life? "Life," quoth she, with much argument and circumstantial matter; "Life," she continued, making her points singly and one by one, thus keeping the business in its true perspective; "Life is—" (Lamely) Well, what is life?