Saart.
Has Meneer Bos any hope?
Kaps.
Hope? Nine weeks! that old ship! after that storm—all things are possible. No, I wouldn’t give a cent for it. Provisions for six weeks. If they had run into an English harbor, we would have had tidings.
Clementine.
[Enters.] Good day, Saart. Are there visitors inside, Kaps?
Kaps.
[Looking through window.] The Burgomaster’s carriage. Committee meeting for the clock. A new span. I wish I had their money.
Clementine.
[Laying her sketch book on Kaps’s desk.] I saw Cobus go by. Poor thing! How he has aged. I hardly recognized him. [Opening the sketch book.] Look. That’s the way he was three months ago, hale and jolly. You may look, too, Kaps.