I remember that his hands were damp and hair grew in bushes out of his ears.

Well, I saw him once or twice and he filled me with terror like a figure out of the tapestry up at the Castle.

Then he died.
"Our house was small and badly shaped, full of dark corners, and after his death he seemed to me to haunt the place.

He figured Death to me and until I was quite old, until I went to Rugby, I fancied that he was sitting in a dark corner, on a chair, waiting, with his hands on his lap, until the time came for him to take me.

Sometimes I would fancy that I heard him moving from one room to another, bringing his chair with him.