burst forth, jubilant; but by that time Brauws was gone. They called him back, but he did not return; and the audience streamed out.
Constance and Paul were in the crush, when they saw Van Vreeswijck and Van der Welcke behind them.
"Mevrouw," said Van Vreeswijck, bowing. "What do you think of our friend?"
"Wonderful," said Constance, excitedly.
"The fellow speaks well," said Paul, "but he is too earnest. He means all he says. People don't like that in the long run."
Van der Welcke protested vehemently, as he pushed through the close-packed crowd, and declared that he was converted, that he believed in Peace.
They reached the street: the hum of the crowd floated through the wintry air.
"How excited our stolid Haguers are!" said Paul.
"There's our man," said Van Vreeswijck.
"Yes, there he is!" exclaimed Van der Welcke.
And he darted forwards, stopped Brauws, who was walking fast and saw nobody, and seized his hand. The others drew near. Van Vreeswijck, out of politeness, stayed by Constance, waved his hand to Brauws. Van der Welcke was in a great state of excitement:
"Where are you going?" they heard him ask Brauws. "To the Witte?"
