Having made this excellent point he became quiet;but the next time that Ralph was with him he again addressed himself to conversation. The nurse had gone to her supper and Ralph was alone in charge,having just relieved Mrs. Touchett, who had been on guard since dinner. The room was lighted only by the flickering fire, which of late had become necessary,and Ralph＇s tall shadow was projected over wall and ceiling with an outline constantly varying but always grotesque.
"Who＇s that with me—is it my son?" the old man asked.