She stared at him with angry eyes and pressed her thin lips together:
"Come and live with you?" she asked, in astonishment. "What do you mean?"
"What I say. The house is small, but we can manage with the children; you would have a tiny bedroom: that's the best I could do for you. Line is very fond of you and so are the children. And then you'd be living with us and have a jolly time."
"Live with you?" she repeated.
And he saw a shadow of hesitation in her eyes, for, indeed, it seemed to her that a heavenly warmth suddenly lapped her round; and she felt her dark, angry eyes grow moist, she did not know why.
"Yes. Wouldn't you think that jolly?"
"But what put it into your head, Gerrit?"
"Because I don't think it's jolly for you here."
"I'm all right here, I'm quite contented."
"Yes, I know; but surely you'd be more comfortable with us?"