Rafael.

Father, between us matters cannot be improved—now nor ever!

Esther.

Well, upon my word!

Sachel.

Why not? You have something you dare not tell. There is a woman in it. You had forty guilders when you went away this morning. Have you a cent of it left?

Rafael.

I gave it all to Mordecai to bury his son.

Sachel.

I do not believe it.