Sight has meant so infinitely much to him,--beauty of form, beauty of colour.

The artist in him was so all-pervading.

They tell me he said very little.

He is a brave man and a strong one.

But his temperature began to vary alarmingly; he showed symptoms of mental trouble, of which I need not give you technical details; and a nerve specialist seemed more necessary than an oculist.
Therefore he is now in my hands." The doctor paused, straightened a few books lying on the table, and drew a small bowl of violets closer to him.