"No, I'm not, but you won't speak. It hurts me to see you so sad."
"I am unwell."
"But you are depressed ... by that terrible thing ... that secret...."
"There's nothing."
"No, there must be something. Is it about money?"
"No."
"Is it about money which Uncle Daan ..."
He looked at her.
"Ina," he said, "Uncle Daan sometimes has different ideas about absolute honesty in business ... from those which I have. But he always ends by accepting my view. I am not depressed by any secret about money."
"About what then?"