A row? Has the trouble begun already?
Mees.
Can’t repeat a word of it—afraid—afraid—always afraid——[To Marietje, who has induced her father to rise.] Are you coming along?
Jo.
No, take a dram before you go. It’s Aunt’s birthday.
Mees.
You don’t say! Now—now—Kneir, many happy returns.
Kneir.
You have made me anxious.
Jo.