Sachel.
[Thoughtfully.] When she says that—h'm! H'm! No woman would deny her beauty if she had it. No, no! H'm! Rafael—my beautiful boy; why, I only mentioned it to frighten you!
Enter Esther, over the bridge.
Esther.
What's the matter now—you troublesome old person?
Sachel.
My sister—my compassionate sister! H'm! I know you're waiting, watching my face from day to day for a sign of death.
Esther.
You silly old man, does any one put a pin in your way?
Sachel.