Esther.
We shall see!
[Exit.
Sachel.
So we shall. Why doesn't he come? His miserable selfishness. My God, if anything has happened to him! He doesn't come. He might have been set upon and robbed—beaten, killed, by some cursed ruffian beyond the Ghetto. My God—I'm harsh—too harsh with him. I shall be chastened for it. I was harsh to his mother; yes, I know—I know; I broke her heart perhaps, and Rafael, poor boy——[Stops, listens.] His step! Yes; even—steady—he's in no distress. He's not worrying about me. He'll come home to sleep and get more money—that's all. He's a vagabond—a rascally vagabond!
Enter Esther.
Enter Rafael by the bridge.
Rafael.
[Wearily.] Good evening. [No answer.] Good evening! [No answer.]
[He exchanges guarded looks with Rosa. Exit Rosa.