Ottilie looked at the door, to see if any one was listening:
"Only three hundred guilders...."
"Why, of course, child, of course. Come round to-morrow, to-morrow evening ... after the wedding.... And, when you want anything, ask me, do you see? Ask me with an easy conscience.... You can ask me whenever you please...."
"You are so good to me!..."
"I have always been very fond of you ... because I'm so very fond of your mother.... So ask me, child ... ask me whenever you please, only ... be sensible ... and don't do ..."
"Don't do what, Mr. Takma?"
The old man suddenly became very uncertain in his speech:
"Don't do ... don't do anything rash....."
"What do you mean?.
"Sixty years ... sixty years ago ..."