And Mr. James would look gratified.
Tea was over with the sacrifice of the pink and white cake. Miss Kendal took your arm again and led you, gaily, gaily back to the old man.
"Here's Miss Mary come to talk to you, Father."
She set a chair for you beside him. He turned his head slowly to you, waking out of his doze.
"What did she say your name was, my dear?"
"Olivier. Mary Olivier."
"I don't call to mind anybody of that name in the Dale. But I suppose I brought you into the world same as the rest of 'em."
Miss Kendal gave a little bound in her chair. "Does anybody know where
Pussy is?"
The claw hand stirred in the red and yellow pocket-handkerchief.
"Ye've come to see the old man, have ye? Ay. Eh."