And, when, after tea had been served, the fury out of doors seemed to have subsided, Marianne stood up, almost too unwilling to go away:
"It's time for me to go, Auntie . . ."
"Shall Addie see you home?"
"No, Addie's working," said Van der Welcke. "I'll see Marianne home."
Constance said nothing.
"Oh, Auntie," said Marianne, "I am so glad that everything's settled!"
She kissed Constance passionately.
"Uncle, isn't it a nuisance for you to go all that way with me?"
"I wish I had a bicycle for you! . . ."
"Yes, if only we had our tandem here!"
"It's stopped raining; we shall be able to walk."
They went, leaving Constance alone. Her eyes were eager to follow them along the street. She could not help herself, softly opened a window, looked out into the damp winter night. She saw them go towards the Bankastraat. They were walking side by side, quite ordinarily. She watched them for a minute or two, until they turned the corner:
"No," she said, "there is nothing. Oh, it would be too dreadful!"
