Marietje.
[Bewildered.] Then—Then—[Bursts into a hysterical laugh.] Hahaha!—Hahaha!——
Bos.
Give her a glass of water.
Marietje.
[Striking the glass from Clementine’s hand.] Go away! Go away! [Falling on her knees, her hands catching hold of the railing gate.] Let me die!—Let me die, please, dear God, dear God!
Clementine.
[Sobbing.] Come Marietje, be calm; get up.
Truus.