"You had better not come back again.... You know, you had better not come back.... We have seen each other again now: not often, perhaps ten or twelve times, I can't remember.... It was such heavenly, such heavenly happiness ... that I forgot to count the number of times.... But you had better not come back any more...."
"And why not, child? Are you angry ... because I washed your face with that towel?"
"No, Gerrit, it's not that, I'm not angry about that.... I'm not angry at all...."
Indeed, her eyes were laughing. Then she repeated:
"But still ... you had better not come back."
"I see. So you've had enough of me?"
She gave a shrill laugh:
"Yes," she said.
"Oh! And have you found a young, rich chap, as I advised you?"
Her laugh sounded still shriller and her golden eyes were full of mockery.