Geert.
Because I—[Savagely.] Don’t stare so, stupid——
Bar.
[Embarrassed.] I can’t get used to your face—it’s so queer.
Geert.
Queer face, eh! I must grow a beard at once!—Say, did they make a devil of a row? [Gruffly.] Well?——
Bar.
I don’t know.
Geert.
Go to the devil! You don’t know anything.