He looked out of the window, and could faintly discern the snow on the garden.
"You go to my bed," he said to Annie.

"I'll sit up." "No," she said, "I'll stop with you." "I'd rather you didn't," he said.
At last Annie crept out of the room, and he was alone.

He hugged himself in his brown blanket, crouched in front of his mother, watching.

She looked dreadful, with the bottom jaw fallen back.

He watched.