Eh, what—H'm! Yes, yes, but later—later would do as well. And about love, Rafael; what did she say about love?
Rafael.
Oh, she is a shrinking creature—as shrinking as wool unmixed with cotton! And, at first, she would not talk of love, but at length she said that when she was married she expected to have a dozen——
Sachel.
A dozen! That's too large a family in such times as these!
Rafael.
A dozen of everything.
Sachel.
Ah yes—a dozen of everything, Rafael; a dozen of the finest. Her father has told me so.
Enter Esther, followed by a servant with glasses of wine on a tray.