Daan.
[Shifting his spectacles.] You see—if I may take the liberty, Miss—his chin sets different—and his eyes don’t suit me—but his nose—that’s him—and—and—his necktie, that’s mighty natural—I’d swear to that anywhere.
Clem.
Indeed.
Daan.
And the bedstead with the curtains—that’s fine. Now, Miss, don’t you think you could use me?
Clem.
Perhaps. Hand higher—keep your mouth still.
Cob.
That’s easy said—but when y’r used to chewing and ain’t allowed to—then you can’t hold your lips still—what do you say, Daantje?