What I seem to see is a little old man in a frock coat so long that his legs (like those of the Queen of Spain) are negligible.
He has a putty colored face (so blurred that I keep expecting him to rub it out altogether), white hair, pale blue eyes--and an umbrella.
Yesterday, attempting to establish cordial relations, I asked him why the umbrella.

He had a fit right on the spot?
Let me explain about the fits.

When his daughter just said, "Father will have a fit," I thought she spoke in a Pickwickian sense, meaning, "Father will experience annoyance." But when I heard him having it, I realized that she had probably been quite literal.

When father has a fit he bangs his umbrella to the floor and jumps on it.

Also he tears his hair.