tromp

Van Tromp was naturally the first to recover; he put out his hand with a fine gesture.

Van Tromp was himself again, and in a most delightful humour within three minutes of the first explosion.

The girl had tamed her father, Van Tromp had gone obediently to bed: so much was obvious to the watcher in the road.

That,” said Van Tromp, “was when I had to paint those dirty daubs of mine.

“I behave to that girl, sir, like an archdeacon,” replied Van Tromp warmly.