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?