Rafael.
Oh, so your father—a thoughtful man; your father, a man of tact, admirable tact!
Rebecca.
You say such strange things!
[A pause. She begins to struggle with a ring on her finger.
Rafael.
[Yawning.] Admirable tact!
Rebecca.
This ring—it's so tight—it hurts my finger so! I took it from Isaac's son one time—when we played that our fathers had engaged us to marry. I don't suppose it was quite proper of me, was it, Rafael? It was years ago—but—but—[pulls]—it doesn't come easily! [She stretches out her hand to him.] Don't you want to clear it away, Rafael?