Sachel.

Let the Christian burn it for us, then. Rosa, light that!

[Rosa burns a little of the wool in the spirit lamp.

Aaron.

[Laughingly.] If you can smell cotton in that, then the sheep have been eating cotton-seed, and it has sprouted through their shins. Do you smell any cotton? Ah!

[Exit Rosa.

Sachel.

No; because I have picked all the cotton out. Rubbish!

Esther.

Have some coffee?