[Fiercely.] I should have twisted my fingers in his throat.
Kneir.
Boy—boy; you make us all unhappy.
[Begins to sob.]
Geert.
[Stamping.] Treated like a beast, then I get the devil besides. [Grabs his bundle.] I’m in no mood to stand it. [At the door, hesitates, throws down his bundle.] Now! [Lower voice.] Don’t cry, Mother—I would rather—Damn it!
Jo.
Please—Auntie dear——
Kneir.