Simon.
[Stammering.] I—I told you and him and her—that a floating coffin like that. That stands fast!
Jo.
[Bursting out.] Oh! oh! Geert and Barend and Mees and the others! Oh God, how could you allow it! [Sinks on the chair sobbing.] Give me the money to go to Nieuwediep myself, then I won’t speak of it any more.
Bos.
[Vindictively.] No! Not a red cent! A girl that talks to me as rudely as you did——
Jo.
[Confused, crying.] I don’t know what I said—and—and—I don’t believe that you—that you—that you would be worse than the devil.
Bos.
The water-bailiff says that it isn’t necessary to send any one to Nieuwediep.