"Gerrit, I must speak to you," she implored.
"Yes, but I don't want to speak to you."
"Oh, but I must speak to you, Gerrit!" murmured the languorous, maddening voice. "I must, I must speak to you. Not here, but just ... just inside the Woods."
"What do you want to speak to me about?"
"Only for a second.... I can't tell you here."
"Well, no, d'you see?" said Gerrit, roughly. "I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"Yes, yes, Gerrit.... Please, Gerrit ... only for a second...."
And he walked on.
She followed him:
"Gerrit...."