Sachel.
You are not going—you shall not go! [Trembling.] I have nothing in the world but you. Didn't I do it all for you? When I am dead the money will be yours, and the blame sewed up in my shroud with me. Can't you be content?
Rafael.
[After looking at him for a moment, hopelessly.] It is getting late. I am tired. Let us go to bed, and to-morrow let us part friends.
Esther.
You eat something. Then you'll feel differently. H'm! He go away! I shall call up Rosa!
Rafael.
Thanks, no. I could not eat now. Has she not done enough this sweltering day?
Esther.
Then I'm going to bed. No wonder, to be so irregular in your ways. You were up last night. Couldn't you sleep?