Oliver spent the last departing car, went into the house, locked the door and returned to the library in the cozy warmth of the fireplace. As soon as he sat down, Liza, old Labrador, got up and walked across the room to him, and then, realizing that this is not the one she was waiting back on the mat and slowly lay down again. Lisa was Charles dog, and her longing for the owner, who had left her, was all understandable. Oliver said that Duncan, left alone, has put a chair closer to the fire and made himself comfortable. His face flushed, perhaps from the heat of the fire, but most of all, by two large glasses of whiskey which he drank.