Shall I read it?
Sachel.
[After hesitation.] Yes.
Aaron.
[Reads.] "My darling: If I take ship at once with Hanakoff for London, I have the opportunity of a life time; it will fix me in my career as I had never dreamed of. My mind tells my heart that I must go; but I am as joyful as I am sorrowful; for in a week, dear, I take you away from the stifling air you breathe to-night—out of the Ghetto, into the freedom which is the right of our love. Good night, my angel! Your Rafael."
Sachel.
He'll have money now. He'll never look at me again. She's got him! She's got him! O, I would to my Maker I were dead!
No, no! She hasn't got him! She shan't have him! Don't you see, this clears the way for the very thing I proposed to you.
Sachel.