“She wants to go to Court.”
“No, it’s he who wants to go to Court.”
“Yes, they both want to go to Court.”
“She wants to go to Court. . . .”
“She wants to go to Court. . . .”
“She wants to go to Court. . . .”
“But what a piece of impudence!”
“Even if she was in that set once . . .”
“That is no reason . . .”
“Why she should dream . . .”
“Of being presented . . .”
“Now. . . .”
“Well, you’ll see: this winter . . .”
“She wants to go to Court. . . .”
“To Court. . . .”
“But that’s not the only reason.”
“No, he too is afraid that his parents will disinherit him, as far as they can . . .”
“And now he proposes . . .”
“To soften them, by means of the child . . .”
“Which isn’t even his!”
“What difference does that make?”
“The old people don’t know! . . .”
And they ferreted very industriously and dug up the sand and kept up their cross-fire as a sport for the tea-parties and evening-parties, at the Club and at Scheveningen.
“Look here,” said others, “Van der Welcke behaved like a gentleman.”
“What! To run away with another man’s wife?”
