No. No. She put her hand on the arm of his chair, to protect him, to
protect him from her thoughts.
The claw fingers scrabbled, groping for her hand.
"Would ye like to be an old man's bed-fellow?"
"Pussy says it isn't her bed-time yet, Father."
When you went away Miss Kendal stood on the doorstep looking after you.
The last you saw of her was a soft grimace of innocent gaiety.