[He makes a hurried exit to the kitchen.]
KATHLEEN
And excuse me—I've me thrunk to pack.
[She goes toward her bedroom, pauses at the door.]
And ye'll witness I don't pack the candleshtick.
[Emphatic exit.]
VERA [Still dazed]
A Jew! That wonderful boy a Jew!... But then so was David the shepherd youth with his harp and his psalms, the sweet singer in Israel.
[She surveys the room and its contents with interest. The windows rattle once or twice in the rising wind. The light gets gradually less. She picks up the huge Hebrew tome on the piano and puts it down with a slight smile as if overwhelmed by the weight of alien antiquity. Then she goes over to the desk and picks up the printed music.]
Mendelssohn's Concerto, Tartini's Sonata in G Minor, Bach's Chaconne...