Any one? Every one! Has she not just driven away a customer because she would not——
Esther.
I don't want to hear about it!
Sachel.
H'm! A little money—it is nothing! I have given my life for it—and my eyes—my eyes! By God's right, do not the blessings of thrift belong to me? And here I drag my gloomy, empty life away, with a son who brings me nothing, a sister who watches me like a vulture and this hussy who drives my customers to curse me!
Esther.
Who do you think gave me this letter for you? Aaron.
Sachel.
Aaron! He hasn't been near us for years! What does he want? Read!
Esther.