Kaps.
[Shuffling to the safe.] The top drawer is still locked. [Bos throws him the keys.] Oh, thank you. [Opens the safe, shuffles back to Bos’s desk with the book.] If you please, Meneer.
Bos.
Ninety-five widows, fourteen old sailors and fishermen.
Kaps.
Yes, the fund fell short some time ago. We will have to put in another appeal.
Mathilde.
[Entering.] Clemens, what a misfortune! The Burgomaster’s wife asks if you will come in for a moment. She sits there crying.
Bos.
No! Crying enough here. No time!