"Ye-es. And so many rings: that's what I don't like. And her hair: all curled and waved, puffed right out, you know. So ridic-ulous ... because she's ve-ry grey, you know...."
"Oh, really!"
"Yes. What terrible wea-ther, An-na.... We ought to be go-ing on, Ka-rel."
"Where?" growled Karel.
"To the Van Ra-vens."
"Oh, no!" muttered Karel. "It's raining so.... And I have to get out all the time and ring the bell."
"But haven't you a footman?" asked Anna, pretending not to know.
"I say, what next!" muttered Karel. "A footman, indeed!"
"But, Ka-rel, in that case, let us just go on to Constance."
"Oh, are you going to Mrs. van der Welcke's?"