ROSA.
Don't speak, mamma. Do you want, perhaps, to smear my face again with soot?
Pushing several paupers into the door, Anathema enters, apparently fatigued.
ANATHEMA.
Well, David, meanwhile receive these. Your millions frighten the poor, and nobody wanted to follow me, thinking that some deception is hidden here.
DRUNKARD.
This is the man who caught me by the collar.
ANATHEMA.
Ah, is that you? How do you do? How do you do?
DAVID.