Is that my fault?
Kneir.
No—it is mine, of course! Three years I had an allowance—the first year three—the second two twenty-five—and the third one dollar—the other nine I had to root around for myself.
Bos.
Have you forgotten me entirely?
Kneir.
I shall always be grateful to you, Meneer. If you and the priest hadn’t given me work and a warm bite now and then to take home—then—then—and that booby even reproaches me!——
Bar.
I don’t reproach—I—I——
Jo.