'I suppose it is Twickenham?'
'Don't you recognise him?'
He shook his head.
'I was only a kid when he went. I've told you lots of times that I don't seem to have the least recollection of what he was like. I didn't think he was so old.'
'He's crowded threescore years and ten into the life he's lived, and more. Besides, sickness has aged him.'
'Is he conscious?'
'Now? He's asleep.'
'I mean when he's awake.
'He was conscious when I saw him first; that is, after a fashion of his own.'
'Is he--' He stopped. I saw that a thought was passing through his mind to which he hesitated to give utterance. Presently it came. 'Is he conscious enough to make a will?'