"What shall we do, Marjon?" asked Johannes, when they were in the street.
"There is no use in going to that professor," said Marjon. "He's a conceited fool—bound to have his own way. But it's a matter of money."
"I have nothing, Marjon," said Johannes.
"Neither have I, Jo—at least, nothing to begin with. But we must go after the people who do have something. You know who."
"It is miserable work, Marjon."
"It is that; but we shall maybe get still harder work on his account. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, of course; but neither will I shun it. I am going, now. I know well where you want me to go."
"Good! They are the richest, are they not? But I, too, am going out to get something. You might not succeed there."
"Where are you going?"
"Where there is money, Jo,—to the circus, and to Vrede-best."