Outstretching the paper.
Here is the document, you see—the seal.
DAVID.
Pushing the paper aside.
No, don't! Don't do that! You were not sent by God. God would not make sport of man in this way.
ANATHEMA.
Heartily.
This is not a jest. Upon my honor, it is the truth,—four millions. Allow me to be the first to congratulate you and to shake your honest hand warmly. (Takes David Leizer's hand and shakes it.) Well, madam Leizer, what have I brought you? And what will you say now? Is your daughter Rosa beautiful now or is she ugly? Aha! Are you going to die so soon, Naum? Aha! (Tearfully.) That's what I have brought you, people, and now permit me to step aside—and not to disturb you—
Lifts a handkerchief to his eyes and steps aside, apparently agitated.
SARAH.