ANATHEMA.
Oh, Rosa, were it not for my age (whistles) and not for my illness (whistles), I would be the first to ask your hand.
ROSA.
Laughing haughtily.
Better illness than death.
DAVID.
You are a very gay man, Nullius.
ANATHEMA.
Whistling.
The absence of wealth and, then, a clear conscience, David, a clear conscience. I have nothing to do, so I walk arm in arm with Rosa. You spoke of death, Rosa?