[Through door at left.] It looks like all hands on deck here! Good day, everybody! [Pointing to Simon.] Lazarus! Eh, Simon?

Simon.

[Muttering.] Uh—ja——

Marietje.

Let him alone.

Geert.

The deuce, but you’re touchy! We’ve got a quarter of an hour, boys! Pour out the drinks, Jo. [Sits between Kneir. and Jo.] Here’s to you, Mother! Prost! Santy, Jo! Santy, Daantje! Santys!

Jo.

Hahaha! Fallen asleep with a ginger nut in his hand.

Kneir.