“I thought a great deal, Addie, cycling. This morning, I was angry, furious, desperate. I could have done something violent, broken something, murdered somebody.”
“Come, come!...”
“Yes, murdered ... I don’t know whom ... I felt, Addie, that I could have become very happy if....”
“Yes, Dad, I know....”
“You know?”
“Yes.”
“You understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“When I came home, I was tired and mad with misery. Mamma came upstairs and talked to me. She told me that Van Vreeswijck ... had asked her to go to the Bezuidenhout and speak to Aunt Bertha ... and to Marianne, because Van Vreeswijck ... do you understand?”
“Yes, Dad.”