Bos.
She’ll be here in her carriage in quarter of an hour.
Mathilde.
Bejour! bejour! If you drank less grog in the evenings you wouldn’t have such a bad temper in the mornings. Just hand me five guilders.
Bos.
No, no! You took five guilders out of my purse this morning while I was asleep. I can keep no——
Mathilde.
I take a rix dollar! What an infamous lie. Just one guilder! Bah, what a man, who counts his money before he goes to bed!
Bos.
Bejour! bejour!