ZANONI knocks at the door. Before VIOLA can speak ZANONI enters. He remains cold, aloof and unflattering. He hears the SOUND of the violin that still echoes in the walls and ceiling of the home.
VIOLA PISANI
I dreamt I saw you here last night.
ZANONI
I can hear the music from your father's endless playing. It touches every note as if he is standing here.
VIOLA PISANI
I hear it play in the night. Most of the time he communicated with me through his music... It was beautiful, but, it was hell to sing to.
ZANONI
We should speak of the Englishman.
VIOLA turns away, trying to avoid it.
ZANONI (CONT'D)
You promised to follow my advice...
VIOLA PISANI
I have made that mistake! Again, just last night; when I saw you as