(Old Slave nods.)
Sobeide.
Just to the garden wall.
From there I only know how I must go.
Will he do that? I thank thee. That is good,
Most good. Come, aged man, I go with thee.
Ganem.
Go out this door, the old man knows the path.
Sobeide.
He knows it, that is good, most good. We go.
[They go out through the door at the right.
Ganem turns to mount the stairs.]
SCENE III
The garden of the rich merchant. The high wall runs from the right foreground backward toward the left. Steps lead to a small latticed gate in the wall. To the left a winding path is lost among the trees. It is early morning. The shrubs are laden with blossoms, and the meadows are full of flowers. In the foreground the gardener and his wife are engaged in taking delicate blooming shrubs from an open barrow and setting them in prepared holes.
Gardener.
The rest are coming now. But no, that is
A single man ... The master!
Wife.
What? He's up
Ere dawn, and yesterday his wedding-day?
Alone he walks the garden—that's no man
Like other men.
Gardener.
Be still, he's coming hither.