Albert went back into the passage and returned with his bottle of whisky. Seeing a corkscrew hanging on the delf-ledge, he drew the cork, mixed two tumblers of grog, and handed one to Farnish and offered the other to Jeckie. "Nay, drink it yourself," said Jeckie. "I don't mind one after supper, but not now. You haven't made it over strong for him?" "It'll not hurt him," replied Albert, pointing to the label on the bottle. "Sound stuff, that. Best respects, sir!" "And my best respects to you, sir, and many on 'em," answered Farnish. "Allers glad to see a gentleman o' your sort, sir--friends o' my dowter's." "He thinks all my lodgers are friends 'at come to see us," observed Jeckie. "Poor old feller!--he's been like that this three year." Albert sat sipping his drink and watching father and daughter. Farnish had become white and doddering; Jeckie's hair was as white as his, and she was as gaunt as a scarecrow, and looked all the more so because of her height and her strong-boned figure, but she was evidently as bustling as ever, and not without some spark of her old fire. And before long she set a smoking-hot Irish stew on the table, and bade Albert to fall to and eat heartily; there was always plenty of good, plain food in her house, she added, dryly, and nobody went with their bread unbuttered. So Albert ate and grew warm and satisfied, and, when, later on, Jeckie was seeing Farnish to his bed, he sat by the fire, and drank more whisky, and wondered, in vague, purposeless fashion, about the vagaries of life. Jeckie came back to him at last, and dropped into the chair which Farnish had left empty. Albert indicated his bottle. "Well, I don't mind a drop," she said. "A woman 'at works as hard as I do can do with a glass last thing at night. I've some good stuff o' my own in that cupboard--you must try it when you've finished your glass." "Good health, then," said Albert. He looked speculatively at her as he lifted his glass. "I was never more surprised in my life," he went on, confidentially, "than when you opened that door! For--it's all a long time ago!" Jeckie, holding the tumbler which he had given her in both hands, stared meditatively at the fire for some time before replying. "Aye!" she said at last. "I've had more lives nor one i' my time! You've never been back there?" "Never!" answered Albert. "Have you?" Jeckie shook her head. "There's naught could ever make me do that," she said. "It was over and done with. Once I thought of emigrating and starting afresh, but there was him"--she nodded towards the stairs. "I had to think of him. So I came here, and furnished this bit of a house, and started taking in lodgers--chance folk, like yourself. It's been--well, just a comfortable living. T'old fellow upstairs is satisfied, especially since he lost all his memory. And that's the main thing, anyhow, now. There's naught else." Albert said nothing, and there was a long pause before Jeckie spoke again. Then she asked a question.