In silence, Johannes accepted her offer. Then Marjon went on:
"But we were both of us stupid; I, because I forgot all about Kees, in the music; and you, because you let out about me.
"Let out about you!" exclaimed Johannes, in amazement.
"Certainly," said Marjon, "by shouting out that I was a girl!"
"Did I do that?" asked Johannes. It had quite slipped out of his mind.
"Yes," said Marjon, "and now we're in a pickle again! Other togs! You can't do that in these parts. That's worse than hitting a lieutenant over the head, and we mustn't do any more of that."
"Did he hit you hard?" asked Johannes. "Does it hurt still?"
"Oh," said Marjon, lightly, "I've had worse lickings than that."
That night, after dark, the old woman's son—the vine-dresser—released them from Rike's hospitable dwelling, and took them, in a rowboat, across the Rhine.