You are not well. Have you been in the heat? Father, why do you tremble so?
Sachel.
I'm not trembling, my boy. I—I—my boy, my boy, ask me anything and I will give it to you! I can't live without my son! If you speak a harsh word to me I shall drop dead, Rafael.
Rafael.
Father, father, be calm; Heaven knows I don't want to be harsh to you; there's a clean page to begin on if you like. We'll leave this place; come and live with Rosa and me. She has never spoken a harsh word to you, has she? Don't you see now that she has the gentleness of an angel? Wait till our people know her!
Sachel.
Yes, yes, I know; my God, I know—I—I—[Rafael makes as if to go in]. Rafael, for God's sake, don't leave me!
Rafael.
Where is she, father? She was afraid to stay here; but I told her she was my wife, and that you loved your son, and that ought to be enough to reassure her. I had to go with Hanakoff. I have made a success, do you hear? Don't worry, don't tremble. I must find Rosa. Where is she? Rosa! I've something to tell you!
Sachel.