He has long white hair, and his silvery beard looks like snow-flakes resting on his dark mantle.

That is my old uncle, Signor Deodati." "What a superb-looking old man!" exclaimed Mary, in admiration.
"In truth," said Mr.Van de Werve, "as well as I can judge at this distance, his appearance is very striking." "My uncle inspires respect wherever he goes," said the young man, enthusiastically.

"His sixty-five years appear on his brow as an aureola of experience and wisdom; he is learned, good, and generous." And waving his hat, he cried out: "Ah, he recognizes us! He salutes us; he smiles.

At last I see him after four years of separation.

My God, I thank thee for having protected him!" The young man's joy was so great that Mary and her father were also moved.
"So lively an affection for your uncle does you credit, Geronimo," said Mr.Van de Werve.