O'Toole, see what you can find in the larder." Wogan sat before the fire without a word while O'Toole spread the table and set a couple of cold partridges upon it and a bottle of red wine.
Wogan ate mechanically for a little and afterwards with some enjoyment.
He picked the partridges till the bones were clean, and he finished the bottle of wine.

Then he rose to his feet with a sigh of something very like to contentment and felt along the mantel-shelf with his hands.
O'Toole, however, had foreseen his wants and handed him a pipe newly filled.

While Wogan was lighting the tobacco, Misset came back into the room with word that the doctor was out upon his last rounds, but would come as soon as he had returned home.

The four men sat down about the fire, and Wogan reached out his hand and felt O'Toole's arm.
"It is you," he said.

"There you are, the three of you, my good friends, and this is Schlestadt.