DAVID.
Show him to me.
Looks at him, shaking his head, and weeps, wiping his eyes with his red kerchief. Sarah looks at him confidently, leaning on his shoulder.
SARAH.
How old was he?
WOMAN.
Two years, going on the third.
David turns his tear-stained face to Anathema and says in a strange voice:
DAVID.
Shall I make an attempt, perhaps, Nullius?