“Yes, Henri. And you promise me also, Henri, that you will be careful.”
“I promise you.”
She went up to him, put her arms round his neck:
“My brother, my poor brother!”
“My dear little sister, my little sister!”
“Hush, hush!...”
“Hush!...”
“Here’s Papa....”
Van Naghel came up the stairs.
And they went with him into the nursery, where Bertha was waiting with Emilie, Otto and Frances.