Geert.
My tone? You get out!
Kneir.
[Anxious.] Ach—dear Geert—Don’t take offense, Meneer—he’s quick tempered, and in anger one says——
Bos.
Things he’s no right to say. Dirt is all the thanks you get for being good to you people. [Threatening.] If you’re not on board in ten minutes, I’ll send the police for you!
Geert.
You send—what do you take me for, any way!
Bos.
What I take him for—he asks that—dares to ask——[To Kneirtje.] You’ll come to me again recommending a trouble-maker kicked out by the Navy.