Jo.
[Raving with anger.] Believe you? You! She lies and you lie!
Bos.
[Threatening.] Get out of my office!
Jo.
You had Barend dragged on board by the police; Geert was too proud to be taken! Thief! thief! [Overwrought, hysterical laugh.] No, no, you needn’t point to your door! We are going. If I staid here any longer I would spit in your face—spit in your face! [Makes threatening gesture.]
Cob.
[Restraining her.] Come—come——
Bos.
[After a silence.] For your Aunt’s sake I will consider that you are overwrought; otherwise—otherwise——The Good Hope was seaworthy, was seaworthy! Have I no loss? Even if the ship was insured? And even had the fellow warned me—which is a lie, could I, a business man, take the word of a drunkard who can no longer get a job because he is unable to handle tools?