PAPPELMEISTER [Half-startled, half-angry]
Vampires? Oh, come!
DAVID
Voluptuaries, then—rich, idle æsthetes to whom art and life have no connection, parasites who suck our music——
PAPPELMEISTER [Laughs good-naturedly]
Ha! Ha! Ha! Vait till you hear vat dey say.
DAVID
I will wait as long as you like.
PAPPELMEISTER
Den I like to tell you now.