Yes, there he was dressed in his best burgher's suit, his brow knit with thought, his step hesitating; a very picture of the timid, doubtful lover.
"Lysbeth van Hout," said the Count, turning to her, "as it chances the Heer Dirk van Goorl is at your door.

You will admit him, and this matter can be settled one way or the other.

I wish to point out to you how needless it is that the young man should be left believing that you have treated him ill.

All which is necessary is that you should ask whether or no he is of your faith.

If I know him, he will not lie to you.