"I say . . ."
"Well?" asked Van Saetzema.
"Isn't it caddish of Van der Welcke?"
"What? Compromising Marianne?"
"Ah, those girls of Aunt Bertha's!" said Dijkerhof, with a grin.
"What do you mean?" asked his father-in-law.
"Well, Louise is in love with her brother Otto, Emilie with her brother Henri and now Marianne, by way of variety, goes falling in love with her uncle."
"They're crazy, all that Van Naghel lot," said Karel, who felt particularly fit and well that evening, puffing luxuriously after a substantial dinner. "I say, what about Constance? Isn't she coming any more?"
"It doesn't look like it."
"Isn't Aunt Constance coming any more?"
"No, it doesn't look like it."
"Father, it's my turn to take dummy."
"Yes, Saetzema, it's Dijkerhof's turn."
Father-in-law and son-in-law exchanged seats.
The old aunts were sitting in a corner near the door of the conservatory:
"Rine."
"Yes, Tine."
"She doesn't seem to be coming any more on Sundays."
"No, Tine, she doesn't come on Sundays now."
