"So you are making your début at the Comédie?
"Is The Hague a pretty place?"
"Yes, a quiet little town. Red, grey, yellow houses, with stepped gables, green shutters, and geraniums at the windows."
"What did you do there?"
"Not much. I walked round the Vijver."
"You did not go with women, I should hope?"
"No, upon my word. How pretty you are, my darling! Are you well again now?"
"Yes, I am cured."
And in sudden entreaty she said: