"She is in her bedroom."
"Tell her to come here; that I have got home."
"I called to her through the closed door, but she did not answer."
Landolin seated himself in the great arm-chair, and his wife gave thanks to God that her husband sat there once more. She had often doubted that he ever would again. Landolin looked at her, and it seemed to him that she reeled to and fro, and that the room and furniture were all in motion. He straightened himself with an effort, went out on the porch, and knocked at Thoma's door. Nothing moved.
"Thoma, I am here, your father."
The door was unbolted and Thoma stood before him. In a constrained voice she said: "Welcome, father!"
"Have you nothing more to say to me?"
"You never liked people to talk much."
Landolin took his daughter's hand, which she had not offered him.
"My child, do you no longer love me?"