“No, sir.”
“Perhaps mevrouw is at home?”
“Yes, sir, mevrouw is in. I’ll just ask....”
Truitje entered:
“Mr. Brauws, ma’am....”
“Show meneer in.”
She still felt her heart beating with that strange, inexplicable shock of alarm. And she thought that it was because she was alone with that strange man, who had been a workman in America and who could say such rude things sometimes, suddenly.
They shook hands:
“Henri is out,” she said. “But sit down. I see in the paper that you are speaking at Arnhem to-morrow.”
“Yes, mevrouw, but I haven’t come to talk about my lectures. I’ve come to make you my very humble apologies.”