"Oh, shut up!"
"And do you know where we finish?"
"What do you mean, finish?"
"At Singapore. You know that's the regular tour."
"Oh, well.... I've heard it; but that's nonsense."
"So many of us go on that tour. It's not a circular tour, Gerrit. It doesn't bring you back ... to Paris."
"What a queer way you have of saying those things!" said Gerrit, laughing uncomfortably. "You were always a strange girl. Tell me, your father ... was a waiter, wasn't he?"
"No, a gentleman. My mother was a laundress ... in Brussels."
"And those twelve years of yours in Paris...."
"Made me into a Parisian, you think?... Gerrit, I longed for Holland!"