Yes. We have distributed all the money. Go home, woman,--we have nothing left. We feel sorry for you, but you are too late. Do you understand? You are too late,--only this morning we gave away the last penny. DAVID. Don't be so cruel, Nullius. ANATHEMA. But it is the truth, David. WOMAN. _Doubtingly._ That is impossible! _Lifting her eyes._ Are you David? How kind-hearted you are. Did you say that I am too late? No, he said it--his face is mean. David, please give me some money and save me. I am tired to death. And your name is Sarah? You are his wife? I have heard about you, too. _Crawls over to her and kisses her dress._ WOMAN. Plead for me, Sarah. SARAH. _Weeping._ Give her some money, David. Get up, my dear; it is very dusty here--you have such beautiful black hair. Sit down here, and rest yourself. David will soon give you money. _Lifts the woman and seats her near herself upon a rock, and caresses her._ DAVID. What shall I do? _Confusedly; wiping his face with a red kerchief._ What shall I do, Nullius? You are such a wise man,--help me. ANATHEMA. _Outstretching his arms._ By God, I do not know. Here is the list--we have not a cent, and I am an honest lawyer, not a counterfeiter. I can't bring you every day an inheritance from America. _Whistles._ I have nothing to do, so I roam about the world. DAVID. _Indignantly._ That is cruel, Nullius. I did not expect it from you. But what shall I do? what shall I do? _Anathema shrugs his shoulders._ SARAH. Sit here, my dear; I will come back soon. David, let us step aside; I must tell you something. _They step aside and whisper._ ANATHEMA. Did they beat you hard, woman? Evidently the man who was beating you was not skillful--he did not knock your eyes out, as he wanted to do. WOMAN. _Covering her face with her hair._ Do not look upon me! SARAH. Nullius, come over here. ANATHEMA. _Goes to her._ Here I am, madam Leizer. DAVID. _In a low voice._ How much money have we for our journey to Jerusalem? ANATHEMA. Three hundred roubles. DAVID. Give it to the woman. _Smiling and crying._ Sarah does not want to go to Jerusalem. She wants to continue in business here until death comes. What a foolish woman, Nullius, isn't she? _Cries restrainedly._ SARAH. Does that cause you much pain, David? Were you so eager to go? DAVID. What a foolish woman, Nullius. She does not understand that I also want to remain in business here. _Cries._ ANATHEMA. _Moved._ You are not an ordinary man, David. DAVID.