Saart.
Now, if you’d attend to this little matter, Bol and I would always be grateful to you.
Kaps.
That is lawyer’s business. You must go to the city for that.
Saart.
Gracious, what botheration! When your common sense tells you I haven’t seen Jacob in three years and the——
[Cobus enters, trembling with agitation.]
Cob.
There are tidings! There are tidings!
Kaps.