Marry? I meant as a judge of wool. You are the only one that's thinking of marrying him. What's the matter—doesn't any girl's father want him?
Sachel.
[Picking the wool apart.] H'm!
Aaron.
There is a keen demand for handsome young wives nowadays, judging from the way my daughter is besieged.
Sachel.
Your daughter? You speak as if she had had an offer.
Enter Rosa with the coffee.
Aaron.
H'm, an offer! But I came here to talk about wool! If it were not the Sabbath I would burn a little for you, and you could tell by the smell there is not a shred of cotton in it!