I'm solid and substantial, at least ten pounds heavier than I was when I went away suddenly at the invitation of others.

And now, Caterina, since you've lost your voice I'll go in and have a talk with Master Jacobus." Caterina's mouth and eyes were still opening wider and wider, but as Robert gave her an affectionate pat on the shoulder she managed to gasp: "You haf come back! you wass dead, but you wouldn't stay dead." "Yes, that's it, Caterina, I wouldn't stay dead, or rather I was lost, but I wouldn't stay lost.

I'll go in now and see Master Jacobus." He walked past her toward the odor of the pipe that came from the study and library of Mr.Huysman, and Caterina stood by the door, still staring at him, her mouth opening wider and wider.

No such extraordinary thing had ever happened before in the life of Caterina, and yet it was a happy marvel, one that filled her with gratitude.
The door of Mr.Huysman's room was open and Robert saw him very clearly before he entered, seated in a great chair of mahogany and hair cloth, smoking his long hooked pipe and looking thoughtfully now and then at some closely written sheets of foolscap that he held in his hand.

He was a solid man of the most solid Dutch ancestry, solid physically and mentally, and he looked it.