They pulled up at the hotel. Constance was waiting for them in her room.
"How are you, Constance?"
"How are you, Henri?"
"I've done everything."
"That's good. Your room is through here."
"Capital."
He rang, ordered coffee.
Her face at once became stiff and drawn. Addie poured out the coffee:
"Here you are, Dad."
"Thank you, my boy. And how do you like your Dutch country, my lad? How do you like all the little cousins?"