draught! I'm sure there's a draught in the house! What do you say, Ernst?"
Ernst looked up:
"There's no draught," he said. "I'm quite warm. You people are always feeling things that don't exist."
"Why is it so dark to-day?" asked Adeline, as though waking from a dream.
"The gas is burning badly," said Constance.
"Truitje," said Van der Welcke, "take the key and see that the meter is turned on full."
"Grandmamma was very tired to-day," said Marietje.
"Grandmamma hardly ate anything at all," said Adeletje.
"She's getting very old," said Constance, sadly.
The meal dragged on. They exchanged only an occasional word.
"We're very cosy, among ourselves, like this," said Constance, fondly. "Oh, I wish that Dorine would come and live here too!"
"Nothing will induce her to," said Paul.
"No, I'm afraid not."
A carriage drove up outside, drove through the garden.
"Hark!" said Constance.
"It's Addie!" said Van der Welcke.
"But he never wired!"
Gerdy had got up: she rushed outside, leaving the door open. A cold draught blew in. They all rose. The bell had rung; Truitje opened the door.
"Oh, Addie, Addie!" Gerdy exclaimed. "Is that you? Have you come back at last? We have missed you so frightfully!"
It was he. She flung herself into his arms and embraced him, with a little sob.
They all welcomed him home; they no longer
