He seemed completely happy if he could have Dorian sitting by him and they could talk together.

And these were wonderful days to the young man, days never to be forgotten.
Outside, the air was cold with gusts of wind and lowering clouds.
Inside, the room was cosy and warm.

A few of the old man's hardiest flowers were still in pots on the table where the failing eyes could see them.

That evening Mrs.Trent had tidied up the room and had left Dorian to spend the night with the sick man.

The tea-kettle hummed softly on the stove.