Van Weller (to Andries). Who is this pretty child?
Andries. She’s Mam’zelle Sophie, Freule Van Wachler’s maid.
Van Weller. Why, that’s fortunate! (To Sophie.) Well, and how is my sister Koosje?
Sophie (surprised). Your sister Koosje, sir?
Van Weller. Yes—Mevrouw Wachler!
Sophie (curtseys). Very well, sir. (To Andries.) Think of that—I never knew that the mistress’s Christian name was Koosje. Why, that’s a name any one of us might have!
Van Weller (to Andries). Are you in love with this charming creature?
Andries. With your permission,—yes, General.
Sophie. That’s nice of you, Andries! I never asked any one’s permission. And supposing the gentleman were to say, No?
Van Weller. Well, well,—you may make your mind easy,—I won’t say No! (To Andries, calling him aside.) Something has just occurred to me. I don’t want that rascal to tell his master that I have been questioning him. Does he care about...? [makes the gesture of drinking].