Like a flash comprehension dawned on Leonore.
"Dear uncle, dear uncle!" she cried out, embracing him tenderly.

"Is it really true that you are my uncle?
Is this wonderful thing really true ?" "Yes, child, I am the uncle you longed to love like a father," said the Baron.

"I want to be your father and I hope you can love me a little.
Will you mind living with me, Leonore ?" "Oh, dear, dear uncle," Leonore repeated with renewed signs of warm affection.

"It is not very hard to love you.

When you told me that my uncle in Spain was sick and miserable, I wished he could be just like you.