The Good Hope

[Kneirtje’s home, a poor living-room. At the left, two wall bedsteads and a door; to the right, against the wall, a chest of drawers with holy images, vases and photographs. A chimney fireplace nearer front. At the back wall, near right corner, a wicket leading to the cooking shed; at left against the wall a cupboard; a cage with dove; window with flower pots, left of center; in back wall right of center a door overlooking a narrow cobblestone roadway backed by a view of beach with sea in middle distance and horizon. Through the window to the left is seen the red tiled lower corner of roof of a cottage. Time, noon.]

Clementine. [Sketch book on her knee.] Now, then! Cobus!

Cobus. [Who poses, awakes with a start, smiles.] He-he-he! I wasn’t asleep—No, no—

Clem. Head this way—still more—what ails you now? You were sitting so natural. Hand on the knee again.