But this he would not do. He did not care for futile rendez-vous and he now embraced her and solicited her....
“No,” she said, curtly. “You bore me. Every one bores me here. Everything bores me.”
He, on his knees, put his hands about her waist and drew her to him. She, smiling a little, became slightly more yielding, rumpling his hair nervously with her hand. A carriage pulled up in front of the house.
“Hark!” she said.
“It’s Mrs. van Does.”
“I expect she’s sold nothing.”
“Then it’ll cost you a ten-guilder note.”
“I dare say.”
“Do you pay her much ... for allowing us to meet here?”