“Yes, I promise. Theo dear, yes, come then....”
She was already in the garden.
Van Oudijck appeared on the threshold of his office, which always had the door open, but which was separated from the inner gallery by a large screen:
“Doddie!” he called out.
“Yes, papa?”
“Will you see that there are flowers in mamma’s room to-morrow?”
His voice was almost embarrassed and his eyelids blinked.
“Very well, papa ... I’ll see to it.”
“Where are you going to?”
“With Theo ... to the band.”