“How do you like it?”
Walter owned that the liquor had a pleasant taste.
Satan’s handmaid filled the glasses again. They were “so small,” really “mere thimbles.”
“And you must eat something, dearest. Oh, I have always thought so much of you! It’s good for you to have a little dram like that.”
Walter began to eat.
“Just take off your coat; there’s nobody here but us.”
Quite so. Walter did take off his coat.
“And I’m going to sit close to you, for you are a dear, good, sweet boy.”
Fancy, Fancy!
The liquor was strong, and Walter drank more of it than was good for him. He lost some of his modesty, and hardly knew what he was saying to the talkative Juffrouw, as she asked questions from time to time. She was not quite satisfied with the way things were going, but hoped for the best.