"Very well indeed, Dad."
"And now ... you're staying here?"
"Yes, I'm staying ... with all of you."
"Yes, this is your home.... And your wife?"
"We shall see. That will settle itself."
"So ... there's nothing certain yet ... about Mathilde?"
"No, nothing certain.... I write to her once a month; she writes rather oftener ... about the children. She's very good to them."
"So ... no talk of a divorce?"
"No, no talk of that.... Perhaps, later, all will come right between us. Perhaps, on the other hand, she will feel that she would sooner be free ... in spite of the children."
They both thought of Erzeele.