Part 8 (1/2)

Your son? Did I ask you for your son? Did I?

SACHEL.

Did I ask you for your daughter? What is she to me?

REBECCA.

[_Aside._] Oh, they are really getting on!

AARON.

Oh, my daughter! I wish your son were her equal! If _I_ had such a son----

SACHEL.

I don't want your advice! [_Rises._] You manage your own child. I'll manage mine. [_Starts for shop._

AARON.

You will? You can't manage him. Where is he now? Dallying with some wanton, for all you know! My G.o.d, one would think him a second Joseph!

SACHEL.

Do you house him? Do you feed him? Does he trouble you? Speak well of him, or go home!

AARON.

I will go home!

ESTHER.

Sit down! Now talk sense! It's a good match: you both know it's a good match, and so--[_to REBECCA_]--have you seen the repairs to the old bridge?

[_REBECCA moves farther away, leaving the photograph of RAFAEL on the wall._

[_Lowering her voice._] They are both only children. And so, in any case, the money will stay in the family. You let Sachel consider it.

[_ROSA takes the photograph of RAFAEL and hides it behind her._

REBECCA.

[_Aside._] I wonder how Rafael will consider it?

SACHEL.

It costs nothing to consider it, but----

ESTHER.

We'll see you to-morrow.