Denah did not join very much in the discussion; after she had once again, by request, repeated what she had seen and what deduced therefrom, she was left rather to herself.  She went to the window and sat there looking out for Joost; he was certain to come in soon, and she found consolation in the thought.  Joost, the model of modesty and decorous serious propriety, would know the English girl in her true colours now, and be justly disgusted and shocked to think that he had ever ridden beside her on a merry-go-round.

Just then Julia passed carrying a tray of cups.  “Denah,” she said, pitching her voice soft and low in the tone the Dutch girl hated most, “I will give you a piece of advice; take care how you tell Joost about my wickedness; you want to be ever so clever to abuse another girl to a man; it is one of the most difficult things in the world—­and you are not very clever, you know, not even clever enough to take my advice.”

Denah was not clever enough to take the advice nor in any humour to do so; she stared angrily at Julia, who unconcernedly put the cups on the table and vanished into the kitchen.

Joost came in for coffee drinking, and the whole party with one accord told him the tale; Julia heard them through the closed door as she sat sipping her coffee in the little room.  She did not hear him say anything at all except just at first, “I won’t believe it!” in a tone which roused again, and with added strength, the regret she had felt before for repaying belief and kindness by such disillusioning.  Afterwards he seemed to say nothing more; presumably they had convinced him with overwhelming evidence.  She wondered how he looked; she could picture his serious blue eyes uncomfortable well; poor Joost, who had such high opinions of her, who thought she, seeing the low, chose the high path always in the greatness of her knowledge and strength; who had called her a lantern, sometimes dimmed, but always a beacon!  The lantern was obscured just now, very badly obscured.  She rose and went up to her room; she would clear the table after Joost had gone back to work.

She did so, coming down when he and Mijnheer were safely in the office.  When she had done she went to Mevrouw, who had betaken herself to her room worn out by the morning’s excitement.

“Would you prefer that I went at once?” she inquired, “or that I waited till after dinner?  I will stay till six if you wish it, or I will go now without waiting to attend to the dinner.”

Vrouw Van Heigen preferred the waiting; it would be so very much better for the dinner, and really it hardly seemed as if propriety could suffer much; accordingly she said with what dignity she could that the girl had better stay till the evening.

Julia went down-stairs again and set to work preparing the dinner, and it was perhaps only natural that she took pains to make that dinner a memorably good one.  It was while she was busy in the kitchen that a note was brought to her.