the night watch by rembrandt

There were sounds of moving about in the house.Perhaps they'd taken him to a nursing home. But no, he didn't think this was a nursing home. With the increased light it showed itself asa rather shabby and ill-furnished small bedroom. Sounds of movement went on. Fromdownstairs a voice called out, "Good-bye, ducks. Sausage andmash this evening."
　　Canon Pennyfather considered this. Sausage and mash.The words had a faintly agreeable quality.
　　"I believe," he saidto himself, "I'm hungry."
　　The door opened. A middle-aged woman came in, wentacross to the curtains, pulled them back a little and turned towards the bed.
　　"Ah, you're awake now,"she said. "And how are you feeling?"