Even though he was still visibly unwell, he insisted on dragging himself out of bed and returning to his normal routine, arguing that that was the best possible medicine for him. Geel and Pienaar were both pleased to resume work after the brief suspension. While they were alarmed to see how frail their employer looked, they understood how important it was for him to be there instead of fretting in bed. It was during a break in work that the three of them were able to have a proper discussion at last. ‘How do you feel?’ asked Pienaar, solicitously. ‘I’m fine, Aelbert,’ said Janssen with a weak smile. ‘Work is my lifeblood.’ ‘You mustn’t strive too hard.’ ‘That’s what my daughter keeps telling me.’ ‘She must be very anxious about you,’ said Geel, seeing a chance to talk about Amalia. ‘I can’t ever remember you taking to your bed before. How did Miss Amalia react when it happened?’ ‘She feared that I was at death’s door.’ ‘Poor woman – she must have suffered.’ ‘I’m stronger than I seem, Nick.’ ‘That’s a relief,’ said Pienaar.
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