Rafael.
Curious coincidence that, just as my mind was full of thoughts of love and matrimony, in should burst this same Rebecca!
Sachel.
Eh? eh?
[He nudges The Rabbi.
The Rabbi.
Curious? Not at all! Beauty, health, cleverness—the idea is in the air, wherever she goes. If I were a young man—but such matters are not for my concern until they are brought to the synagogue—I should——
[Rebecca appears at the window of Aaron's house.
Rafael.
True, Rabbi, true! And you do wisely not to meddle with them. Do you know there was a faint suggestion in the air—like the subtle odour of some tender flower—that possibly Rebecca would not be averse to marrying me!