What? What? It might succeed, with the girl in the state she is. But if it does, what will Rafael say, to-morrow?
Aaron.
Eh? Why, if he finds her gone and she left no word, let him draw his own conclusions; that she was afraid to stand by him; afraid to share his poverty. You say "to-morrow"? He may be back to-night! It's your one chance. If it succeeds, the girl goes, with two hundred guilders in her pocket; Rafael stays home—in due time marries Rebecca—becomes a successful Jew. If it fails—then this Christian robs you of him anyway! [Sachel ponders; then suddenly touches him; they listen; Aaron whispers.] Only casually; not an effort to convince her! She can't help believing it, then!
Sachel.
Sh—!
Enter Rosa, by the bridge; she drops her hands, hopelessly, and stays near the bridge, turned away from them.
Aaron.
[Without looking about, whispers.] Was that her step? [Sachel nods; a pause; Aaron begins in a moderate tone.] Yes; but a man who gives his word to one girl and then deserts her, would desert another girl. Shall I let my daughter risk that? No!
Sachel.
But I tell you it is not a parallel case! A marriage solemnised in a synagogue is one thing; but a marriage such as this—which we all know is not a marriage, either inside or outside the Ghetto—I tell you it's totally different!