What say you? Aye, he’s not unright in that. So then the greater part of what you know— RECHA. I know but from his mouth—of most of it I could relate to you, the how, the where, The why he taught it me. SITTAH. So it clings closer, And the whole soul drinks in th’ instruction. RECHA. Yes, And Sittah certainly has not read much. SITTAH. How so? Not that I’m vain of having read; But what can be thy reason? Speak out boldly, Thy reason for it. RECHA. She is so right down, Unartificial—only like herself And books do seldom leave us so; my father Says. SITTAH. What a man thy father is, my Recha. RECHA. Is not he? SITTAH. How he always hits the mark. RECHA. Does not he? And this father— SITTAH. Love, what ails thee? RECHA. This father— SITTAH. God, thou’rt weeping RECHA. And this father— It must have vent, my heart wants room, wants room. SITTAH. Child, child, what ails you, Recha? RECHA. And this father I am to lose. SITTAH. Thou lose him, O no, never: Arise, be calm, how so? It must not be. RECHA. So shall thy offer not have been in vain, To be my friend, my sister. SITTAH. Maid, I am. Rise then, or I must call for help. RECHA. Forgive, My agony made me awhile forgetful With whom I am. Tears, sobbing, and despair, Can not avail with Sittah. Cool calm reason Alone is over her omnipotent; Whose cause that pleads before her, he has conquered. SITTAH. Well, then! RECHA. My friend, my sister, suffer not Another father to be forced upon me. SITTAH. Another father to be forced upon thee— Who can do that, or wish to do it, Recha? RECHA. Who? Why my good, my evil genius, Daya, She, she can wish it, will it—and can do it. You do not know this dear good evil Daya. God, God forgive it her—reward her for it; So much good she has done me, so much evil. SITTAH. Evil to thee—much goodness she can’t have. RECHA. O yes, she has indeed. SITTAH.