Louise. It was too beautiful, too good to be true. Now it will never be.
Vennema. Why not? I shall give you the money.
Louise. Father, I tell you it can never be.
Vennema. What do you mean? What are you going to do, Louise?
Louise. Father, I can't go back home with you. [To Sophie.] Take the flowers and tell Mr. De Brandeis that—that—
[Vennema sinks into a chair. Sophie stands at the door with the flowers. Van der Elst stands listening anxiously.]
Louise [with a sob in her throat]. Tell him, that I am going to stand by him.
[She stands looking at the door, twitching her handkerchief nervously.]
[Curtain.]