One day grandfather drew the curtains on the daylight and

did not ever draw them back again. His meals were

brought to the drawing-room when he hinted that he would

like that, and when he said that the stairs were

getting a bit much his bed was brought to the

drawing-room.  Grandfather was disconsolate about the turn of events. Allowances

had to be made for ageing’s weariness, for a widower’s

continuing sorrow, that being reclusive was really hardly strange. The

drawing-room was dark even at the height of summer; only

at night, with all the lights on, did it suffuse.


Paraphrases from the story “At Olivehill” from the story collection Cheating at Canasta by William Trevor.