He shook off Trenholme's hand gently without turning towards him.
"Ay," he said.

(His voice was strong.) Then he shook his head with a patient sigh.

"Not here," he said, "not here." He spoke as deaf men speak, unconscious of the key of their own voice.

Then he turned shuffling round the table again, and seemed to be seeking for the door.
"Look here," said Trenholme, "don't go out." Again he put his hand strongly on his visitor, and again he was quietly brushed aside.

The outside seemed so terribly cold and dark and desolate for this poor old man to wander in, that Trenholme was sorry he should go.