Jo.
I saved it for you.
Geert.
Who did you flirt with, while I sat——
Jo.
[Merrily.] With Uncle Cobus!
Geert.
You women are all trash. [Fills his pipe; smokes.] Haven’t had the taste in my mouth for half a year. This isn’t tobacco; [Exhales.] tastes like hay—Bah! The gin stinks and the pipe stinks.
Jo.
Eat something first——