Rafael.
H'm!
Rebecca.
And, moreover, I think that young men should be more careful as to how they let themselves be talked about—more careful than you are. They call you an infidel, Rafael, and they say disagreeable things about you and this impertinent servant of yours.
Rafael.
They do! [A pause.] Of course, if we were to contemplate matrimony—you and I—such a matter would be very serious.
Rebecca.
It certainly would.
And so it's very fortunate, Rebecca, that we have been talking in a kind of irony—you and I—over a matter which was never even remotely possible! Isn't it?