"Quite well, Auntie."
"You don't look at all well. My child, how thin you've grown! And how drawn your little face looks! And your poor cheeks: why, they've gone to nothing!... Aren't you happy here, dear?"
"Oh yes, Auntie!"
"No, but tell me, honestly: are you happy at Baarn?"
"Yes, Auntie, I am."
"Do you regret the Hague?"
"Regret?... No...."
"Still, just a little?..."
"No ... no...."
Her eyes were full of tears; she began to sob on Constance' shoulder: