His mind wandered back to the past, and he talked to his son as if he had been in the room, reproaching him for his extravagance, his college debts, which had been the ruin of his careful hard-working father.

At another moment he fancied that his wife was still alive, and spoke to her, telling her that their grandchild had been christened after her, and that she was to love the girl.

And then the delirium left him for a time, his mind grew clearer, and he talked quite rationally in his low feeble way.
"Is that Mr.Fenton ?" he asked; "the room's so dark, I can't see very well.

She has come to me, you see.

She's a good girl.