MENDEL [Anxiously to Pappelmeister]
Of course you must remember his youth and his lack of musical education——
PAPPELMEISTER
Bitte, das Pult!
[Mendel moves David's music-stand from the corner to the centre of the room. Pappelmeister puts MS. on it.]
So!
[All eyes centre on him eagerly, Mendel standing uneasily, the others sitting. Pappelmeister polishes his glasses with irritating elaborateness and weary "achs," then reads in absolute silence. A pause.]
QUINCY [Bored by the silence]
But won't you play it to us?
PAPPELMEISTER