"Yes," she said.
Under his heavy melancholy, he was angry and jealous:
"So you don't want me any more?"
"Want you?... I shall certainly want you, but...."
"But what?"
"It's better for every reason, better not. You mustn't come back, Gerrit."
"Very well."
"And don't be angry, Gerrit."
"I'm not angry. So this evening was the last time?"
"Yes," she said.