"Have a little food and drink, sonny.

You look as if yer need it--especially drink.

'Ere." He seized a decanter of whisky--since Paul's first visit, Silas had always kept it in the house for his son's comforting--and would have filled the tumbler had not Paul restrained him.

He squirted in the soda.

"Drink it down and you'll feel better." Paul swallowed a great gulp.