Please!—that’s better.
Jo.
Your beard——
Geert.
They didn’t like my beard—The government took that—become ugly, haven’t I?—Look as if I’d lost my wits? Eh?
Jo.
[With hesitating laugh.] You? No—What makes you think that? You don’t show it at all. [Sobs again softly.]
Geert.
Well, damn it! Is that all you have to say. [She laughs hysterically. He points to his temples.] Become grey, eh?
Jo.