The old Doctor's face just then was a study. He may have been thinking of Threeways, where he had resided for so many years without endearing himself to a single soul.
"What sort of a living has my grandson made here?" he asked presently.
"Oh, he has scraped along."
Dr Mortimer cleared his throat.
"When he was at Matthew's he used to run up very extravagant tailors' bills--indeed, he ran up extravagant bills of all kinds."
"I know he did," said Koko.
"I expect," continued Dr Mortimer, "he has rather missed that sort of thing over here."
"He hasn't had any new things since he's been here," said Koko.
The Doctor cleared his throat again. "I presume--er--I presume he had sufficient clothes?"
"Oh yes--but last winter's things had to do, you know."