I know him, I have been in Spain," the Castle-Steward said curtly.
A light spread over Leonore's face, as if her heart had been suddenly flooded with hope.
"Oh, do you really know our uncle?
Do you know where he is living ?" she cried out, while her cheeks flushed with happiness.

"Oh, please tell me what you know about him." When she gazed up at the gentleman with such sparkling eyes, it seemed to him that he ought to consider his reply carefully.
Suddenly he said positively, "No, no, you can never seek him out.

Your uncle is an old, sick man, and no young people could possibly live with him.

He must remain alone in his old owl's nest.

You could not go to him there." "But we should go to him so much more, if he is old and ill.