[Laughing.] Anxious!
Kneir.
Yes, anxious! She’s surprised at that. I’ve taken an advance from Bos.
Geert.
He’s signed, hasn’t he? Don’t worry, Mother!
Cob.
Perhaps he’s saying good-bye to his girl. [Sound of Jelle’s fiddle outside.] Ta, de, da!
Saart.
Do sit still—one would think you’d eaten horse flesh.