"Ottilie," said Daan Dercksz to his sister, "you had better tell her ... about Dr. Roelofsz."
"I?" said Ottilie Steyn, with a start.
But, at that moment, some one appeared in the street outside and looked in through the window.
"There's Steyn," said Harold, dejectedly.
Steyn rang and was shown in. No one had ever seen him in so great a rage. He vouchsafed no greetings and marched straight up to his wife:
"I thought I should find you here," he growled at her, in his deep voice. "I've seen your son, who came over from London with you."
Ottilie drew herself up:
"Well?"
"Why need the arrival of that young gentleman be kept as a surprise for me to come across in the street?"
"Why should I tell you that Hugh came with me?"