Good! Good! Ha, ha, ha! He has a mind; he will not let his heart run away with his head!
Rafael.
And so Rebecca——H'm! But I shall not let my heart run away with my purse. I should hold my hot young blood in bounds!
Sachel.
Not always! Not always! A young man must have his day!
Rafael.
But is she well? Is she sound? One cannot be too cautious. I knew of a girl who seemed as strong as a green peach on a tree; and she had not been two days married when, what do you think? Why, she died! She knew she was going to die, but she never told him! That's awful, awful! Oh! Oh! I could not stand a thing like that! [The Rabbi rises to look at Rafael's face.] I have a soul, Rabbi, I know, because you taught me so, and a deception like that—it would kill my love.
[Rebecca draws in, distressed.
The Rabbi.
Are you serious?