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The others he explained were his little Klaartje and his newest pupil, Kerkkrinck, a rich and stupid youth, but honest and good-hearted withal. He had practically turned him over to Klaartje, who was as good a guide to the Humanities as himself more especially for the stupid. "She was too young in thy time, Benedict," concluded the old man jocosely.
Then Spinoza said cordially, "And now that I have had the pleasure of meeting Heer Kerkkrinck I must hurry back to town ere the road grows too dark." "But father expects thee to sup with us," murmured Klaartje. "'Tis a moonless night, and footpads may mistake me for a Jew." He smiled. "Make my apologies to the doctor." It was indeed a moonless night, but he did not make for the highroad.
They exchanged the commonplaces of the situation. "But where is Kerkkrinck?" said the doctor. "At his toilette." She exchanged a half-smile with Spinoza, who thrilled deliciously. "Then I'll go make mine," cried her father. "We sup in half an hour, Benedict. Thou'lt stay, we go to-morrow. 'Tis the last supper."
This is Heer Kerkkrinck!" "Spinoza!" A thrill of awe was in the young man's voice, the reverence of the consciously stupid for the great brains of the earth. He did not take Spinoza's outstretched hand in his but put it to his lips. The lonely thinker and the happy lover stood thus for an instant, envying and admiring each other.
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