And there, for the first time, he let me see what a fine old fellow he really is.

He agreed with Grandmother that I ought not to have met you on the sly.

It was dangerous, he said, though perfectly natural.

He was afraid I found it very trying to live among a lot of old grouches with their best feet in the grave, but he begged me to put up with it because he would miss me so.

He liked having me about, not only to read to him but to look at.