"And Con-stance? Low-necked?"
"No, not low-necked, but smart as paint. And champagne!"
"Re-ally! Cham-pagne as we-ell?"
"Yes, a cheap brand. And the rooms so dark: I didn't think it respectable. Such a dim light, you know. Quite disreputable, I thought, with those three men," said Adolphine, whispering because of Marietje.
"She can't hear, she's play-ing. Oh, re-ally! And what next?"
"Well, I think, if Constance wants to see people in that sort of way, she could have done so just as well in Brussels. She's supposed to have come here for the family."
"But she doesn't ask the fam-ily. Oh, you mustn't count us, Phi-i-ine. We al-ways live ve-ry qui-etly. It's Ka-rel, you see."
"But I feel sure now that she means to get presented at Court."
"Yes, by Vrees-wijck, no doubt. Will he present her to the Queen?" asked Cateau, rounding her owl's eyes.
"Oh, no!" said Adolphine, irritably. "But they mean to push themselves with his assistance."