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Pieter, son of Pieter the Butcher, runs a stall selling meat at the Delft market with his father. When Griet begins to shop there on behalf of Catharina, he becomes interested in the pretty maid. When her family falls under quarantine, it’s Pieter who brings her news, and after the quarantine is lifted, he begins to court Griet in earnest and ingratiate himself with her mother and father. He is kind, patient, and trusting towards Griet, but he also displays dogged determination when she expresses reluctance to accept his marriage proposal. Ultimately, she accepts and after their marriage they have two children, Jan and Little Frans.
Pieter Quotes in Girl with a Pearl Earring
The Girl with a Pearl Earring quotes below are all either spoken by Pieter or refer to Pieter. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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“But your cap covers all your hair. Why is that? Most women show some of their hair.”
I did not answer.
“What color is your hair?”
“Brown.”
“Light or dark?”
“Dark.”
Pieter smiled as if he were indulging a child in a game. “Straight or curly?”
“Neither. Both.” I winced at my confusion.
“Long or short?”
I hesitated. “Below my shoulders.”
He continued to smile at me, then kissed me once more and turned back toward Market Square.
I had hesitated because I did not want to like but did not want him to know. My hair was long and could not be tamed. When it was uncovered it seemed to belong to another Griet—a Griet who would stand alone in an alley with a man, who was not so calm and quiet and clean. A Griet like the women who dared to bare their heads.
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“Oh yes, that story went all around the Meat Hall,” he answered, chuckling. […] “It was several years ago now. It seems van Ruijven wanted one of his kitchen maids to sit for a painting with him. They dressed her in one of his wife’s gowns, a red one, and van Ruijven made sure there was wine in the painting so he could get her to drink every time they sat together. Sure enough, before the painting was finished she was carrying van Ruijven’s child.”
“What happened to her?”
Pieter shrugged, “What happens to girls like that?”
His words froze my blood. Of course I had heard such stories before, but never one so close to me. I thought about my dreams of wearing Catharina’s clothes, of van Ruijven grasping my chin in the hallway, of him saying “You should paint her” to my master.
He listened carefully. When I finished he declared, “You see, we’re not so different, with the attentions we’ve had from those above us.”
“But I haven’t responded to van Ruijven, and have no intentions to.”
“I didn’t mean van Ruijven,” Frans said, his look suddenly sly. “No, not him. I meant your master.”
“What about my master?” I cried.
Frans smiled, “Now, Griet, don’t work yourself into a state.”
“Stop that! What are you suggesting? He has never—”
“He doesn’t have to. It’s clear from your face. You want him. You can hide it from our parents and your butcher man, but you can’t hide it from me. I know you better than that.”
He did. He did know me better.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
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Pieter led me to the alley later. There he began squeezing my breasts and pulling at their nipples through the cloth of my dress. Then he stopped suddenly, gave me a sly look, and ran his hands over my shoulder and up my neck. Before I could stop him his hands were under my cap and tangled in my hair.
I held my cap down with both hands. “No!”
Pieter smiled at me […] He had managed to pull loose a strand of my hair and tugged it now with his fingers. “Some day soon, Griet, I will see all of this. You will not always be a secret to me. […] You will be eighteen next month. I’ll speak to your father then.”
[…] “I am still so young. Too young for that.”
Pieter shrugged, “Not everyone waits until they’re older. And your family needs me.”
Now that he had seen my hair, now that he had seen me revealed, I no longer felt I had something precious to hide and keep to myself. I could be freer, if not with him, then with someone else. It no longer mattered what I did and did not do.
That evening I slipped from the house and found Pieter the son at one of the taverns […] I went up to him and asked him to come with me. […] I took his hand and led him to a nearby alley. There I pulled up my skirt and let him do as he liked. Clasping my hands around his neck, I held on while he found his way into me and began to push rhythmically. He gave me pain, but when I remembered my hair loose around my shoulders in the studio, I felt something like pleasure too.
“I want you to do it.” I had not thought I could ever be so bold.
Nor had he. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak, but did not say anything.
He stepped up to my chair. My jaw tightened but I managed to hold my head steady. He reached over and gently touched my earlobe.
[…]
He rubbed the swollen lobe between his thumb and finger, then pulled it taut. With his other hand he inserted the earring wire in the hole and pushed it through. A pain like fire jolted through me and brought tears to my eyes.
He did not remove his hand. His fingers brushed against my neck and along my jaw. He traced the side of my face up to my cheek, then blotted the tears that spilled from my eyes with his thumb. He ran his thumb over my lower lip. I licked it and tasted salt.
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At first it was very hard for me. When I saw him I froze wherever I was, my chest tightened, and I could not get my breath. I had to hide my response from Pieter the father and son, from my mother, from the curious market gossips.
For a long time I thought I might still matter to him.
After a while, though, I admitted to myself that he had always cared more for the painting of me than for me.
It grew easier to accept when Jan was born. My son made me turn inward to my family, as I had done when I was a child, before I became a maid. I was so busy with him that I did not have time to look out and around me. […] When I saw my old master across the square my heart no longer squeezed itself like a fist.
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Pieter Quotes in Girl with a Pearl Earring
The Girl with a Pearl Earring quotes below are all either spoken by Pieter or refer to Pieter. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 2: 1665
Quotes
“But your cap covers all your hair. Why is that? Most women show some of their hair.”
I did not answer.
“What color is your hair?”
“Brown.”
“Light or dark?”
“Dark.”
Pieter smiled as if he were indulging a child in a game. “Straight or curly?”
“Neither. Both.” I winced at my confusion.
“Long or short?”
I hesitated. “Below my shoulders.”
He continued to smile at me, then kissed me once more and turned back toward Market Square.
I had hesitated because I did not want to like but did not want him to know. My hair was long and could not be tamed. When it was uncovered it seemed to belong to another Griet—a Griet who would stand alone in an alley with a man, who was not so calm and quiet and clean. A Griet like the women who dared to bare their heads.
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Explanation and Analysis:
“Oh yes, that story went all around the Meat Hall,” he answered, chuckling. […] “It was several years ago now. It seems van Ruijven wanted one of his kitchen maids to sit for a painting with him. They dressed her in one of his wife’s gowns, a red one, and van Ruijven made sure there was wine in the painting so he could get her to drink every time they sat together. Sure enough, before the painting was finished she was carrying van Ruijven’s child.”
“What happened to her?”
Pieter shrugged, “What happens to girls like that?”
His words froze my blood. Of course I had heard such stories before, but never one so close to me. I thought about my dreams of wearing Catharina’s clothes, of van Ruijven grasping my chin in the hallway, of him saying “You should paint her” to my master.
He listened carefully. When I finished he declared, “You see, we’re not so different, with the attentions we’ve had from those above us.”
“But I haven’t responded to van Ruijven, and have no intentions to.”
“I didn’t mean van Ruijven,” Frans said, his look suddenly sly. “No, not him. I meant your master.”
“What about my master?” I cried.
Frans smiled, “Now, Griet, don’t work yourself into a state.”
“Stop that! What are you suggesting? He has never—”
“He doesn’t have to. It’s clear from your face. You want him. You can hide it from our parents and your butcher man, but you can’t hide it from me. I know you better than that.”
He did. He did know me better.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
Chapter 3: 1666
Quotes
Pieter led me to the alley later. There he began squeezing my breasts and pulling at their nipples through the cloth of my dress. Then he stopped suddenly, gave me a sly look, and ran his hands over my shoulder and up my neck. Before I could stop him his hands were under my cap and tangled in my hair.
I held my cap down with both hands. “No!”
Pieter smiled at me […] He had managed to pull loose a strand of my hair and tugged it now with his fingers. “Some day soon, Griet, I will see all of this. You will not always be a secret to me. […] You will be eighteen next month. I’ll speak to your father then.”
[…] “I am still so young. Too young for that.”
Pieter shrugged, “Not everyone waits until they’re older. And your family needs me.”
Now that he had seen my hair, now that he had seen me revealed, I no longer felt I had something precious to hide and keep to myself. I could be freer, if not with him, then with someone else. It no longer mattered what I did and did not do.
That evening I slipped from the house and found Pieter the son at one of the taverns […] I went up to him and asked him to come with me. […] I took his hand and led him to a nearby alley. There I pulled up my skirt and let him do as he liked. Clasping my hands around his neck, I held on while he found his way into me and began to push rhythmically. He gave me pain, but when I remembered my hair loose around my shoulders in the studio, I felt something like pleasure too.
“I want you to do it.” I had not thought I could ever be so bold.
Nor had he. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak, but did not say anything.
He stepped up to my chair. My jaw tightened but I managed to hold my head steady. He reached over and gently touched my earlobe.
[…]
He rubbed the swollen lobe between his thumb and finger, then pulled it taut. With his other hand he inserted the earring wire in the hole and pushed it through. A pain like fire jolted through me and brought tears to my eyes.
He did not remove his hand. His fingers brushed against my neck and along my jaw. He traced the side of my face up to my cheek, then blotted the tears that spilled from my eyes with his thumb. He ran his thumb over my lower lip. I licked it and tasted salt.
Chapter 4: 1676
Quotes
At first it was very hard for me. When I saw him I froze wherever I was, my chest tightened, and I could not get my breath. I had to hide my response from Pieter the father and son, from my mother, from the curious market gossips.
For a long time I thought I might still matter to him.
After a while, though, I admitted to myself that he had always cared more for the painting of me than for me.
It grew easier to accept when Jan was born. My son made me turn inward to my family, as I had done when I was a child, before I became a maid. I was so busy with him that I did not have time to look out and around me. […] When I saw my old master across the square my heart no longer squeezed itself like a fist.
