[Outside.] Why is the window curtain down?
Jo.
[Finger on her lips.] Sst! [Goes and stands before Geert.]
Kneir.
[Inside.] What’s going on here? Why is the looking-glass on the floor? Who sits——
Geert.
[Rising.] Well, little old one!
Kneir.
God almighty!
Geert.