DANCING-MASTER. Until to-morrow, monsieur Naum. I am afraid that our lesson was a little too long. NAUM. To-morrow—don't fail to come to-morrow. Do you hear? I want to dance. CONTENTS The dancing-master goes out, bowing. Naum follows him. NAUM. To-morrow, without fail. Do you hear? Without fail. CONTENTS They go out. ANATHEMA. What are you thinking of, David? Allow me to be not only your private secretary—although I am proud of this honor—but also your friend. Since the time when you received the money you are oppressed by a dark sorrow, and it pains me to look at you. DAVID. What is there that I should rejoice over, Nullius? SARAH. And Rosa? Do not sin against God, David! Do not our eyes rest upon her beauty and youth? Before even the silent moon dared not look at her, one star dared not whisper about her to any other star,—while now she is riding about in a carriage, and everybody looks at her, and horsemen gallop after her. Just think of it, Nullius, horsemen gallop after her! DAVID. And Naum? SARAH. What about Naum? He has long been ill, you know it, and death upon a soft bed is not worse than death upon the pavement. And
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