"That's good satin."
"Oh, what do you know about satin?"
"Every one's saying so."
"Really?"
"Yes, I heard them saying so all over the room."
"Not really?"
"Yes, as I moved about among the people, I heard it whispered on every side, like a rumour: 'Have you noticed the satin of Floortje's dress?... I say, did you notice the satin of Floortje's dress?...'"
Adolphine looked vaguely in front of her, not knowing what to believe:
"Well, that frock cost ... a hundred and twenty guilders!" she said, lying to the extent of forty guilders; and, radiant, she went on and talked to Mrs. Bruys, the wife of the editor of the Fonograaf:
"And, mevrouw, what do you say to my party?"