You never had a better servant in your house.
Sachel.
[Fetches shutters and awkwardly adjusts them.] She is a Christian. It is bad luck—it was wrong for us to take her in.
Esther.
You were glad enough to have her. Would a Jewess light your fire on Sabbath—would a Jewess open your letters for you? Shall I send her away?
Sachel.
Not yet.
Esther.
No. Because on Sabbath your feet would be cold and your letters would lie unopened, even if you were not blind. I pity the girl; I have heard that her father was a gentleman and died poor and in exile, because he had given succour to the persecuted Jews.
Enter Rosa.