D’Eglantiers. The ex-burgomaster! I have put another burgomaster in your place—do you understand? But if you will make your soumission to the Committee, then, perhaps....
Nicolaas. Never!
D’Eglantiers. What!—do you know that I can have you fusillé?
Nicolaas. So you may, if you like!
D’Eglantiers. What do you say? Stop where you are—I shall have a word to speak with you presently—do you understand? (To Maria.) Write!
Nicolaas. What! Maria, are you giving this scoundrel any help?
Maria. Why not? The gentleman was in such trouble because he could not find any one able to write.
D’Eglantiers. Where did I leave off dictating?
(Sings) Write with care—or you’ll regret!
Maria. Captain, not a word I’ve written—