LUKA [looking from kitchen door] You call me?
PEPEL. Yes. Don’t sing!
LUKA [coming in] You don’t like it?
PEPEL. When people sing well I like it—
LUKA. In other words—I don’t sing well?
PEPEL. Evidently!
LUKA. Well, well—and I thought I sang well. That’s always the way: a man imagines there’s one thing he can do well, and suddenly he finds out that other people don’t think so . . .
PEPEL [laughs] That’s right . . .
BUBNOFF. First you say you feel dreary—and then you laugh!
PEPEL. None of your business, raven!