His wife accompanied him, and, as was her custom, filled his pipe for him.

He smoked a mixture to which he was passionately attached.

He lighted his pipe several times, but it always went out.

His wife put a new nib into his pen, placed some writing material on the table, and then retired, shutting the door behind her.
[Illustration] About half an hour afterward Mrs.Pettigrew sent one of the children to the study on a trifling errand.

As he did not return she followed him.
She found him sitting on his father's knee, where she did not remember ever having seen him before.