Calm yourself, madam Leizer, he will come back. It is always thus at first. I have wandered a great deal over the world and I know it. The blood rushes to the head, the feet begin to quiver, and man curses. That's nonsense! ROSA. What a crooked mirror, mother! NAUM. _Cries._ Mamma, where is father going? I want to live. ANATHEMA. Throw away that piece of glass, Rosa. Mankind will reflect your beauty, the world will reflect your beauty--you will see yourself in the world.... Ah, you are still here, musician. Play something for us, please. Such a holiday must not pass without music! ORGAN-GRINDER. Shall I play the same? ANATHEMA. The same. _The organ wails and wheezes. Anathema whistles furiously, waving his hands, as though blessing everybody with the music and the whistling._ CURTAIN. ACT TWO. _David Leizer lives richly. At the urgent request of his wife and his children he has hired a rich villa, by the sea-shore, engaged numerous servants, bought horses and carriages. Anathema, under the pretext that he had grown tired of his law practice, remained with David as his private secretary. Rosa is taking lessons in languages and deportment. Naum, who has grown very sick, near to death, is learning how to dance. The money has not yet arrived from America, but to David Leizer, the millionaire, a large credit has been extended._ _The stage represents a rich parlor, white marble here and there, with large Italian windows and a door leading to a veranda. It is midday. Beyond the open windows, semi-tropical plants are visible, and the deep blue sea in the distance; through one of the windows, a view of the city is seen._ _David Leizer is seated by the table, greatly depressed. A short distance away, on a divan, Sarah is seated, dressed richly, but without taste; she watches Naum learning how to dance. Naum is very pale, he coughs and almost falls from weakness, especially when, according to the rules of the dance, he must stand on one foot; but he is studying diligently! He is dressed rather richly, but his bright-colored vest and necktie spoil the elegance of his appearance. Near Naum, the dancing-master, with a fiddle and how, is hustling about, balancing himself, rising up and down. He is a man of unusual refinement and grace; he wears a white vest, patent-leather slippers, and a smoking jacket. And Anathema, standing at the veranda door, looks upon all this with an air of sadness and reproach._ DANCING-MASTER. One--two--three; one--two--three. SARAH. Look, David, see how successful our Naum is in his dancing. I could not hop like that for anything? poor boy! DAVID. I see. DANCING-MASTER. Monsieur Naum is very talented. Please, one-two--three; one--two--three. Pardon me, pardon me, this isn't exactly right. You must make the step more precise, neatly rounding the motion of the right foot. This way--this way. _Shows him how to do it._