Why not? Who prevents you?
Saart.
Who? Those that pieced together the silly laws! A year later the Changeable went down with man and mouse. Then, bless me, you’d suppose, as your husband was dead, for he’d gone along with his leg and a half, you could marry another man. No, indeed. First you must advertise for him in the newspapers three times, and then if in three times he don’t turn up, you may go and get a new license.
Truus.
[Monotonously knitting.] I don’t think I’ll ever marry again.
Saart.
That’s not surprisin’ when you’ve been married twice already; if you don’t know the men by this time.
Truus.
I wish I could talk about things the way you do. No, it’s anxiety. With my first it was a horror; with my second you know yourselves.