He knew, moreover, where she had gone, for I think that one of his Kaffir servants was watching outside and told him, and thither he followed her and made love to her.
In the end--for he would not be put off--he asked her for a kiss, whereat she grew angry.

Then, for he was no shy wooer, he tried to take it by force; but she was strong and active and slipped from him.

Instead of being ashamed, he only laughed after his uncanny fashion, and said: "Well, missy, you have the best of me now, but I shall win that kiss yet.

Oh! I know all about it; you love the English castaway, don't you?
But there, a woman can love many men in her life, and when one is dead another will serve her turn." "What do you mean, myn Heer van Vooren ?" asked Suzanne, afraid.
"Mean?
Nothing, but I shall win that kiss yet, yes, and before very long.".