He spent every available guilder on it with a confiding heart.

One thing only disturbed his happiness: his wife came out of her seclusion, importing her green jacket, scant sarongs, shrill voice, and witch-like appearance, into his quiet life in the small bungalow.

And his daughter seemed to accept that savage intrusion into their daily existence with wonderful equanimity.

He did not like it, but dared say nothing..