I don’t care to hear! [Off.]
Kaps.
[Goes back to his desk; the telephone rings. He solemnly listens at the receiver.] Can’t understand you. I am the bookkeeper. Mynheer will be back in ten minutes. Ring up again.
[Enter Saart.]
Saart.
Good day, my dear.
Kaps.
You here again? What do you want?
Saart.
I want you—Jesus! What a cold wind! May I warm my hands a moment?