THE MAID. Why, the new drink from Arabia. It has a queer name. Ka-Fe.
THE GYPSY. Ka-Fe—and what is it like?
THE MAID. It is dark, and served hot with sugar and cream.
THE GYPSY. It sounds interesting. I would like to taste it. What is it most like—mead, perhaps, or wine, or that strong liquor distilled from juniper berries?
THE MAID. Like none of these. It does not make men talk and sing and tell their secrets and reveal their love and their hate, and knock their heads against the stars and tangle their feet one with the other….
THE GYPSY. Then what is the good of it?
THE MAID. It makes the head clearer, and sobers the judgment. It makes men think more and talk less. And it gives them strength to rule their inward feelings.
THE GYPSY. What a pity! People are too much like that as it is.
THE MAID. The King says that some time the whole world will learn to drink it!
THE GYPSY. A world of Ka-Fe drinkers! A world where people rule their inward feelings and hide their secret thoughts! I shall be dead before then, thank heaven!