Van Weller. How? I thought he was at the university.
Frans. Well—studying, and doing nothing—that comes pretty much to the same thing.
Van Weller. And this Huser?
Frans. Before that fâcheux évènement I spoke of, he was studying too. I think he wanted to be a lawyer....
Van Weller. Silence! Nothing but what I ask you! Is your master a good sort of man?
Frans. He might certainly be better.
Van Weller. Silence! You deserve a good thrashing. He is a bad servant that speaks ill of his master. If I ask you any question that you would injure your master by answering, then you are to hold your tongue. Do you understand? I don’t want to make any traitors. Remember this carefully, or I shall give the word. Did your master play high at the university? [Frans is silent.] ... So—he’s silent ... therefore our young gentleman did play ... therefore he is betraying his master by his silence.... Out!
[Andries strikes him.]
Frans. Oh! my dear good gentleman, what am I to say? No, no, the young master never gambled.
Van Weller. He lies! Yes—I forgot to say that if you don’t tell the truth, I shall give the word too. Did your master gamble at the university? Out!