_Sarah, Naum, and Rosa enter, alarmed._ SARAH. David, what is it you have called us for? And why was your Nullius so strict when he told us of your command? We have not sinned against you, and if we have sinned, investigate it, but do not look at us so sternly. ROSA. May I sit down? DAVID. Be silent and wait. All those whom I have called are not here yet. Be seated, Rosa, if you are tired, but when the time comes, rise. You, too, may sit down, Naum. _The servants enter irresolutely; a lackey, resembling an English Minister; a chamber-maid; a cook; a gardener; a dish-washer, and others. They move about in confusion. Soon about fifteen or twenty poor people enter, in groups. Among them are: Abraham Khessin, an old man; Sonka's girl; Joseph Kritsky, Sarah Lepke, and several other Jews and Jewesses. But there are also Greeks, and Little Russians, and Russians and other paupers whose nationality has been lost in rags and filth; two drunkards. Purikes, Ivan Bezkrainy, and the Organ-grinder, with the same outworn instrument, are also here. But Anathema is still away._ DAVID. Please, please. Come in more boldly, don't stop at the threshold,--others are coming behind you. But it would be well if you wiped your feet first; this rich house is not mine, and I must return it as clean as when I took it. KHESSIN. We have not yet learned how to walk on rugs, and we have not yet any patent leather shoes, as your son Naum has. How do you do, David Leizer? Peace be upon your house. DAVID. Peace unto you, too, Abraham. But why do you call me David Leizer, when you used to call me simply David before? KHESSIN. You are now such a mighty man, David Leizer. Yes, I used to call you merely David before, but here I was waiting for you in the yard, and the longer I waited, the longer your name grew, Mr. David Leizer. DAVID. You are right, Abraham: when the sun sets, the shadows become longer, and when a man becomes smaller, his name grows longer. But wait another while, Abraham. LACKEY. _To drunkard._ You better move away from me. DRUNKARD. Keep quiet, fool! You are a servant here, while we are the guests. LACKEY. Ruffian! You aren't in a car here, that you spit on the floor. DRUNKARD. Mr. Leizer, a certain man, who looked like an old devil, caught me by the collar and said: "David Leizer, who received an inheritance, is calling you." I asked him, "What for?" So he answered: "David wants to make you his heir," and he began to laugh. And now that I came here, your servant is chasing me away. DAVID. _Smiling._ Nullius is a gay man and he never misses an opportunity for jesting. But you are my guest, and I ask you to wait. SARAH. _After some hesitancy._ Well, how is your business getting along, Ivan? You have fewer competitors now. BEZKRAINY. It's bad, Sarah; we have no customers. PURIKES.