No, fine!—What a question—They feed you on beefsteaks! Is there any gin in the house?
Bar.
No.
Geert.
Go and get some then—if I don’t have a swallow, I’ll keel over.
Bar.
[Embarrassed.] I haven’t any money.
Geert.
I have. [Peers in his pocket, throws a handful of coins on the table.] Earned that in prison—There!——