[Mischievously.] A beautiful piece of lace!

Samson.

A splendid piece of lace; he could not have come honestly by that!

Sachel.

I have not summoned every idler in the street. Rosa!

[Exeunt Daniel and Samson.

Mordecai.

[Whispering to Rosa.] My son is dead, how can I bury him without money? It was his mother's—the only fragment I have left of hers——

Sachel.

I hear you; is he giving you something?