He shall bring his violin and play to you. There! You see, little father, you are already less frowning—now take that last wrinkle out of your forehead.
[She caresses his forehead.]
Never mind! David will smooth it out with his music as his Biblical ancestor smoothed that surly old Saul.
BARONESS
Ve vill not hear him!
BARON
Silence, Katusha! Oh, my little Vera, I little thought when I let you study music at Petersburg——
VERA [Smiling wheedlingly]
That I should marry a musician. But you see, little father, it all ends in music after all. Now I will go and perform on the telephone, I'm not angel enough to bear one in here.
[She goes toward the door of the hall, smiling happily.]