"Yes, but hush!"
"She's fond of him . . . she's in love with him, Louise."
"Yes, I know. Hush, Emilie!"
"Does Mamma know?"
"We don't talk about it. But I think so."
"Does everybody know?"
"No, no, not everybody!"
"Does Marianne never talk about it?"
"No, never."
"Is there nothing to be done? Aunt Adolphine and Aunt Cateau were speaking of it the other day. Everybody knows about it."
"No, no, not everybody, surely?"
"Yes, everybody. And everybody knows too that Eduard beats me . . . Louise!"
"Ssh! I hear voices."
"That's . . . Henri!"
"Yes, it's Henri's voice . . ."
"And Eduard . . ."
"Heavens! . . . Leentje!" cried Louise. "Go to Mr. Henri and Mr. Eduard and tell them that Papa doesn't wish them to speak loud."
"The blackguard!" said Leentje.
She left the room and went down the stairs. The whole house was lit up, the doors of the reception-rooms were open; one caught the glitter of the dinner-table amid its flowers and the sound of laughing
