SARAH.
Do not make light of this, David. You are not an ordinary man.
The Wanderer, who stood near by all the time and saw the solemn procession, now listens to Sarah's words and nods his head. Anathema, gay, somewhat out of breath, appears.
ANATHEMA.
How was it, David? I think it was not bad. They marched very well—better than I expected. Only that stupid trumpet.
Dancing, he passes David again, whistling. Then he bursts into laughter.
DAVID.
Good-naturedly.
Yes, Nullius. The music was very good. I never before heard such fine music. I thank you, Nullius,—you have afforded great pleasure to the people by your gayety.
ANATHEMA.