Still he must marry some day.
Marry whom? No girl who does not bring twelve thousand guilders shall marry my son!
[Exit Esther.
[Rebecca pauses at the bridge unobserved and interested.
Rebecca.
[Aside.] They are getting on!
Aaron.
[Swelling with indignation.] Twelve thousand guilders! Twelve thousand guilders! A snap of the finger! And is your son a prince? You talk like an imbecile. Suppose some one was fool enough to give his daughter such a dowry, what would you give your son?
Sachel.