"Wait, Elly, wait, let me fill up your glass.... There, here's to you, children, and may you be happy!"
"You take after Lot," said Elly.
"I? In that case, Lot takes after me."
"Yes, I meant that of course."
"Ah, but it's quite a different thing!"
"Yes, but Lot ... Lot is also like his mother."
"Yes, I'm like Mamma," said Lot.
He was short, slender, almost frail of build and fair; the old gentleman was solid in flesh and figure, with a fresh complexion and very thick grey hair, which still showed a few streaks of black.
"Yes, but I think Lot also has that flippancy of yours, though he is like his mother."
"Oh, so I'm flippant, am I?" said old Pauws, laughing.