Act II
The same scene on an afternoon a month later. David is discovered at his desk, scribbling music in a fever of enthusiasm. Mendel, dressed in his best, is playing softly on the piano, watching David. After an instant or two of indecision, he puts down the piano-lid with a bang and rises decisively.
MENDEL
David!
DAVID [Putting up his left hand]
Please, please——
[He writes feverishly.]
MENDEL
But I want to talk to you seriously—at once.
DAVID