My mistress and her aunt, the Vrouw Clara, have gone away to stay for a week or ten days as the Vrouw Clara's health required a change." "Indeed," said Dirk aghast, "and where have they gone ?" "Oh! Mynheer, I do not know that, they did not tell me," and no other answer could he extract from her.
So Dirk went away discomfited and pondering.

An hour later the Captain Montalvo called, and strange to say proved more fortunate.

By hook or by crook he obtained the address of the ladies, who were visiting, it appeared, at a seaside village within the limits of a ride.

By a curious coincidence that very afternoon Montalvo, also seeking rest and change of air, appeared at the inn of this village, giving it out that he proposed to lodge there for a while.
As he walked upon the beach next day, whom should he chance to meet but the Vrouw Clara van Ziel, and never did the worthy Clara spend a more pleasant morning.

So at least she declared to Lysbeth when she brought her cavalier back to dinner.
The reader may guess the rest.