My cousin Robert's jaw set. "She surely will find it convenient."
"What people you Dutch are!" the words broke from me.
He looked surprised. "We are the same like others."
"I think you are the same as you used to be hundreds of years ago, when you first began to do as you pleased; and I suppose you have been doing it ever since."
Cousin Robert smiled. "Maybe we like our own way," he admitted.
"And maybe you get it!"
"I hope. And now I will go to order the automobile." He glanced at his watch, an old-fashioned gold one. "In an hour and a quarter I will be at Scheveningen. Fifteen minutes there will be enough. Another hour and a quarter to come back. I will be for you at four."
"You don't allow any time for the motor to break down," I said.
"I do not hope that she will break down. She is a Dutch car."
"And serves a Dutch master. Oh no; certainly she won't break down."