[Andries salutes, turns on his heel, and marches up to Frans. Frans approaches the bed.]
Van Weller.(to Frans). What are you going to do?
Frans. With your permission, General ... I have always been a lover of military exercises, but being only a civilian I am not at all well up in window-throwing drill, and so, I thought, a couple of pillows on the pavement....
Van Weller. Andries, bring the fellow here!
[Points to the floor with his riding-whip. Frans escapes Andries who walks toward him with a stiff military step.]
Van Weller. Quick march! Seize him, and bring him here!
[Sits down. Andries seizes Frans, and drags him roughly to the spot indicated, but in such a manner that Frans stands with his back to the General.]
Van Weller. Right about face!
[Andries turns Frans round by the shoulders, forcing him to face the General,—then takes a step backward, and remains standing at attention.]
Van Weller. (throws the riding-whip to Andries). Take it! Now, attend! When I say “Out!” you begin to thrash him till the word is given to stop. (To Frans.) What is your name?