"As for me, you'll see me to-morrow," he said, "or the next day...."
"At Driebergen? At home?"
"Yes."
"And ... your uncle?"
He made a sign with his eyelids; and she understood him, partly, and asked no more. She took leave of Ernst and moved to go; but Ernst kept her for a moment at the door:
"Constance...."
"What is it, Ernst?"
"If there's anything ... that I can do for you, you'll tell me, won't you? Tell me frankly.... It's very difficult for me, I know ... to look after all of you ... but, if I don't, nobody else will.... So tell me plainly if I can help you in any way...."
"There's nothing at the moment, Ernst...."
"But later on?..."