[A pause, Barend slips out. Jo enters, a dead rabbit in her hand.]
Jo.
Jesus! [Lets the rabbit fall.]—Geert! [Rushes to him, throws her arms about his neck, sobbing hysterically.]
Geert.
[In a muffled voice.] Stop it! Stop your damned bawling—stop!
Jo.
[Continuing to sob.] I am so happy—so happy, dear Geert——
Geert.
[Irritated.] Now! Now!
Jo.