Marianne suddenly burst into sobs. The room was all topsy-turvy, because Emilie was collecting her belongings, and the wall-paper now showed in fresh, unfaded rectangular patches.
"What on earth do you want to marry that horrid man for!" cried Marianne, sobbing. "We were so happy, the two of us; we were always together. With you married, I shall have no one; and I hate the idea of arranging my room all over again."
Emilie seemed to be staring blankly into a blank future:
"Oh, come, Marianne: I shall still be at the Hague!"
"No, I've lost you!" sobbed Marianne, passionately. "What did you see in that man, what did you see in him?" She embraced her sister violently and insisted. "Tell me, tell me: what did you see in that man?"
"In Eduard? I love him."
"Oh?" said Marianne. "Is that all it means, loving a man? Is that love?"
A maid entered:
"Freule, there's a box come from Brussels, with your dresses. Mevrouw wants to know if it can be brought up at once, so as not to make a litter downstairs."
"Yes, they can bring it up."