[He slaps David on the back.]

A great vork dat vill be even better performed next time! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ten dousand congratulations.

[He seizes David's hand and grips it heartily.]

DAVID

Don't! You hurt me.

PAPPELMEISTER [Dropping David's hand,—misunderstanding]

Pardon! I forgot your vound.

DAVID

No—no—what does my wound matter? That never stung half so much as these clappings and congratulations.

PAPPELMEISTER [Puzzled but solicitous]