“Well?”
“Sent a—letter to—Otto.”
“A letter?”
“I have—I have written him. I have—broken it off. Oh, great heavens!”
Betsy had sprung out of bed, and she stood trembling before Eline, who had crouched down on the floor, and lay sobbing hysterically, her face hidden by her dishevelled hair.
“What do you say?” she asked, completely crushed.
Eline said nothing more, she could only sob.
Henk came in.
“What is the matter?” he asked anxiously.
“Eline has written to Otto, she has broken it off!” said Betsy in a tremulous voice.