Miss Revendal here!
[He removes his hat and looks at her with boyish reverence and wonder.]
VERA [Smiling]
Don't look so surprised—I haven't fallen from heaven like the snow. Take off your wet things.
DAVID
Oh, it's nothing; it's dry snow.
[He lays down his violin case and brushes off the snow from his cloak, which Mendel takes from him and hangs on the rack, all without interrupting the dialogue.]
If I had only known you were waiting——
VERA
I am glad you didn't—I wouldn't have had those poor little cripples cheated out of a moment of your music.