When I had finished looking at the paintings I turned for some sign to indicate his further pleasure, and discovered that he was gone.

My uncle was standing near me.
"It is late," said he.
We returned at once across the yard to my uncle's retreat among his books and papers.

Lighting the lamps he sat down beside me.
"The power of speech is returning," said he.

"I can talk more easily." "Did I not hear you speak to your son ?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered.

"Long ago difficulties arose.