"No," said the old gentleman, "not a word of it, the conceited fellow!"
"All the same, I'd rather be like you, Papa."
"Lot, you're talking nonsense.... Some more mayonnaise, Elly? Sure? Then we'll see what the cold chicken's made of. No, give it here, Lot, I'll carve.... And your wedding was very quiet? No religious ceremony?"
"No."
"No reception?"
"No, Elly has so few friends and I have so few, in Holland. We lead such a life of our own, at the Hague. I know more people in Italy than I do at the Hague. The whole family rather lives a life of its own. Except the D'Herbourgs there's really nobody."
"That's true."
"Those very old, old people are out of the question, of course."
"Yes, Grandpapa, Grandmamma.... And the old doctor...."
"Uncle Anton lives his own life."