I can’t help it. [Sobs harder.]
Geert.
[Pulling her arms from his neck.]—Now then! My head can’t stand such a lot of noise——
Jo.
[Startled.] A lot of noise?
Geert.
[Grumbling.] You don’t understand it of course—six months solitary—in a dirty, stinking cell. [Puts his hand before his eyes as if blinded by the light.] Drop the curtain a bit—This sunshine drives me mad!
Jo.
My God—Geert——
Geert.