I am not an ordinary man. I am a happy man. But where is the gay man Nullius? I don't see him. I suppose he is preparing some prank or another--I know him. There is a man who does not darken the face of the earth with gloom, Abraham, who is never averse to laughter, which is to life like dew upon grass, and which sparkles in many colors in the rays of the sun. Of course he is playing his pranks; do you hear? _Music is playing beyond the pillars; the organ, together with the orchestra, is playing the same tune it had played before. The sounds are discordant, somewhat wild, but strangely gay. Together with the music the crowd appears in a solemn procession. At the head of the procession, side by side with the Organ-grinder, walks Anathema, as if dancing. He carries the organ on a strap and turns the handle with one hand, keeping time with the other hand, whistling shrilly, and casting glances on all sides and skyward. The musicians and the poor, now gay, follow him. On passing David, Anathema bends his head toward him and keeps on playing and whistling. David, smiling, nods his head and adjusts his grey, long beard. The procession disappears._ SARAH. _With emotion._ What beautiful music! How fine, how solemn, David! David, is all this for you? DAVID. For us, Sarah. SARAH. What am I? I can only love our children. But you, but you-- _With certain fear._ You are not an ordinary man, David. DAVID. _Smiling._ So, so.... Well, what am I, then,--a governor? Or, perhaps, a general? SARAH. Do not make light of this, David. You are not an ordinary man. _The Wanderer, who stood near by all the time and saw the solemn procession, now listens to Sarah's words and nods his head. Anathema, gay, somewhat out of breath, appears._ ANATHEMA. How was it, David? I think it was not bad. They marched very well--better than I expected. Only that stupid trumpet. _Dancing, he passes David again, whistling. Then he bursts into laughter._ DAVID. _Good-naturedly._ Yes, Nullius. The music was very good. I never before heard such fine music. I thank you, Nullius,--you have afforded great pleasure to the people by your gayety. ANATHEMA. _To the Wanderer._ Did you like it, old man? WANDERER. I liked it fairly well. But what will happen when all the nations on earth will bend at the feet of David Leizer? ANATHEMA. _Astonished._ What is he saying, Nullius? ANATHEMA. Oh, David, it is very touching: the people are in love with you, even as a bride is in love with the bridegroom. This wonderful man, who has come thousands of miles-- WANDERER. More. ANATHEMA. Asked me: "Does David Leizer perform miracles?" Well,... I laughed, I laughed. KHESSIN.