"You've been ill, Gerrit. You're ... you're getting better now...."
"Do you think so?..."
"Oh yes!"
"Line, I believe.... I'm very ... very ... ill."
"Why, do you feel worse?... It's so cold in here. Come downstairs. We'll make up the fire."
"No, stay here.... Tell me, Line: if I died, would you...."
"No, no, Gerrit, I can't bear it!"
"Hush, dear: if I died, would you believe ... after I am dead...."
"Oh, Gerrit, Gerrit!"
"That I have always been very fond of you...."