Smiling.
No, no, Sarah! But are not all the children in the world our children? He has no children who has three, six, or even twelve, but not he who knows not their number.
SONKA.
Drink a glass of soda-water, honorable David Leizer—it is your water.
PURIKES.
Drink a glass of mine, David,—this will bring me customers.
BEZKRAINY.
Drink a glass of noblemen's cider, David. Now it is real noblemen's cider. I can say it frankly; with your money everything is becoming real.
SARAH.
Through tears.