“I don’t know; but our affairs don’t concern you.”
“Mr. Henri, Mr. Eduard,” said the old nurse, “your papa asks, will you please not speak loud....”
“Where is Emilie?” asked Henri.
“The poor dear is in Marianne’s room,” said Leentje. “Come with me, my boy....”
She took Henri, who was shaking all over, by the hand. And, as she left the room with Henri, she said, out loud:
“The blackguard!”
“Who?” asked Henri.
“He!”
“What has he done?”