Your son? Did I ask you for your son? Did I?

Sachel.

Did I ask you for your daughter? What is she to me?

Rebecca.

[Aside.] Oh, they are really getting on!

Aaron.

Oh, my daughter! I wish your son were her equal! If I had such a son——

Sachel.

I don't want your advice! [Rises.] You manage your own child. I'll manage mine.

[Starts for shop.