Sachel.
Oh, oh, that crowns all! He can look into my dead eyes and threaten this—without a quiver—without a qualm!
Rafael.
Ah, there was a time—there was a time, when I would have yielded any sacrifice for you—when I was a boy and you had just gone blind, and my heart was wrung with a pity for you that was a very pity in itself. If I had seen tears in your poor sightless eyes, then my peace would have been utterly destroyed; at the thought of having vexed you I should have beaten my brow. And now it's gone—gone—and it won't come back—it can't come back—because you robbed me of it.
Sachel.
I? I? What have I done? And why do you go away?
Rafael.
For reasons all of which I will not tell.
Sachel.
You dog! To leave your father—sick and blind, and on the road to poverty! God shall curse you for it!