Don’t you meddle with this—Where is a glass?—Never mind—[Swallows eagerly.]—That’s a bracer! What time is it?
Bar.
Half past four.
Jo.
Did you take bread? Were you hungry?
Geert.
Yes, no—no, yes. I don’t know. [Puts the bottle again to his lips.]
Jo.
Please, Geert—no more—you can’t stand it.
Geert.