Old Dr. Kendal sat behind it by the corner of the fireplace. Though it was August the windows were shut and a fire burned in the grate. Two tabby cats sat up by the fender, blinking and nodding with sleep.
"Here's Father," Miss Kendal said. "And here's Johnnie and Minnie."
He had dropped off into a doze. She woke him.
"You know Mrs. Olivier, Father. And this is Miss Olivier."
"Ay. Eh." From a red and yellow pocket-handkerchief he disentangled a stringy claw-like hand and held it up with an effort.
"Ye've come to see the old man, have ye? Ay. Eh."
"He's the oldest in the Dale," Miss Kendal said. "Except Mr. Peacock of
Sarrack."
"Don't you forget Mr. Peacock of Sarrack, or he'll be so set-up there'll be no bearing him," Dr. Charles said.
"Miss Mary, will you sit by Father?"
"No, she won't. Miss Mary will sit over here by me."