Rafael.
I can't say I do. I weigh 12 stone, Rebecca, and your father won't give but 8000 guilders. That's—that's 666 guilders a stone; 14 into 666, that's only 45 guilders a pound! And——
Rebecca.
No, it's over 47½ guilders a pound.
Rafael.
I am sure you are right—only 47½ guilders a pound he'll give for me. No, I can't say I call that business.
Rebecca.
[Coming down a step.] You don't seem to have much sentiment about it, Rafael.
Rafael.
Ah, if it were only a matter of sentiment! [She comes down two steps.] But sentiment after business, Rebecca, after business. I am 40 inches round the chest, Rebecca; and if my heart should swell I should be doubtless 45. But at eight thousand guilders, Rebecca, it doesn't swell!