Kneirtje.
Thank you kindly, Miss.
Clementine.
[Counting the eggs.] One, two, three, four! The others?
Kaps.
There’s five—and—[Looking at his hand, which drips with egg yolk.]—and——
Clementine.
Broken, of course!
Kaps.
[Bringing out his handkerchief and purse covered with egg.] I put them away so carefully. What destruction! What a muss!