Kneir.
Then we’ll—such a lazy boy, I wish he’d never been born—Sponger!—Are you going so soon, Miss?
Clem.
I am curious to know what’s happened on the Anna.
Kneir.
Yes—I was on the way there—but it takes so long—and I’ve had my fill of waiting on the pier—if that pier could only talk. Have you finished my brother’s portrait?
Clem.
Tomorrow. I want to make a drawing of Barend also—just as he came in with the basket on his shoulders.
Kneir.
Barend? Well—All the same to me.