Then you shall have a cake!
[She offers plate.]
QUINCY [Taking one]
Would they be eatable?
[Tasting it.]
Humph! Not bad.
[Sentimentally]
A little cake was all you would eat the only time you came to one of my private concerts. Don't you remember? We went down to supper together.
VERA [Taking his tea for herself and putting in lemon]
I shall always remember the delicious music Herr Pappelmeister gave us.