No; it wouldn't interest us. Have some coffee, Rosa!
Aaron.
You think it is not good. You don't know! That wool was bought by my daughter, Rebecca, and I'll back her judgment against any man's in the Ghetto! [Gives a little to Sachel.] Feel that!
Sachel.
[Breaking the fibres, and listening to the sound they make.] His daughter! Cotton! More cotton! His daughter!
Aaron.
I will match her with your son, any day!
My son is in no hurry to marry.
Aaron.