Ach—it’s no joking matter, Meneer, that miserable bad boy talks as if—as if—I had forgotten my husband—and my good Josef—and—and—but I have not. [Ends in low sobbing.]
Jo.
Come, foolish woman! please, Aunty dear!—Good-for-nothing Torment!
Bos.
Don’t cry, Kneir! Tears will not restore the dead to life——
Kneir.
No, Meneer—I know that, Meneer. Next month it will be twelve years since the Clementine went down.
Bos.
Yes, it was the Clementine.
Kneir.