Esther.
Well! Since when have you taken such an interest in flowers?
[She goes upstairs.
Sachel.
I want to talk; I've been awake all night. This girl keeps lying to me. Last night she had the effrontery to tell me—[with calculation]—she told me she was considered beautiful!
Esther.
[Not interested.] Well, she is beautiful!
[Exit Esther.
Sachel.
H'm! [He thinks deeply; rises.] Rosa!