ANATHEMA.
You look considerably fresher now.
DAVID.
Smiling gloomily.
Yes? Should I, perhaps, also engage a dancing-master? What do you advise me, Nullius?
SARAH.
Don't forget Rosa, father. Is it not a great sin against God to hide the beauty of the face? It is given as a joy and a pleasure to the eyes; God Himself reveals His beauty in a beautiful face, and did we not lift our hands against God Himself when we stained our Rosa's face with coal and soot, when we made her terrible and sorrowful to look upon?
DAVID.
Beauty is withering. Everything is dying, Sarah.
SARAH.