The man approached the table and looked over the boy's shoulder, uttering an exclamation of surprise.

Upon the paper appeared a cleverly drawn pencil sketch of Patricia lying in her bed, a faint smile upon her face and her big blue eyes turned pleasantly upon a shadowy form that stood beside her holding her hand.

The likeness was admirable, and if there were faults in the perspective and composition Uncle John did not recognize them.
He gave a low whistle and turned thoughtfully away, and the young artist was so absorbed that he did not even look up.
Strolling away to the stables, Uncle John met old Donald, who enquired: "How is Miss Patsy this morning, sir ?" It was the name she had given, and preferred to be called by.
"She's doing finely," said Uncle John.
"A brave girl, sir!" "Yes, Donald." "And the boy ?" "Why, he seems changed, in some way, Donald.

Not so nervous and wild as usual, you know.

I've just left him drawing a picture.Curious.