At last he rose and went into the garden; and she watched him wander from bed to bed, and stand looking down at the green shoots of the early flowers, and the lovely inverted urns of the brave snowdrops. To the river and back again several times he walked; but about three o'clock he came into the house with a firm, quick step, and, not finding Lysbet in the sitting-room, called her cheerily. She was in their room upstairs, and he went to her.
"Lysbet, thinking I have been—thinking of Katherine's marriage. Better than I expected, it has turned out."
"I think that Katherine has made a good marriage—the best marriage of all the children."
"Dost thou believe that her husband is so kind and so prudent as she says?"
"No doubt of it I have."
"See, then: I will send to Katherine her portion. Cohen will give me the order on Secor's Bank in Threadneedle Street. It is for her and her children. Can I trust them with it?"
"Katherine is no waster, and full of nobleness is her husband. Write thou to him, and put it in his charge for Katherine and her children. And tell him in his honour thou trust entirely; and I think that he will do in all things right. Nothing has he asked of thee."
"To the devil he sent my dirty guilders, made in dirty trade. I have not forgot."
"Joris, the Devil speaks for a man in a passion. Keep no such words in thy memory."