You have remarked how solitarily I live.

You fancy, perhaps, I have not got a friend, and you are nearly right--_nearly_, but not altogether.

I have a very sure friend--_one_--a friend whom I once misunderstood, but now appreciate.' I wondered silently whether it could be Uncle Silas.
'He'll make me a call, some day soon; I'm not quite sure when.

I won't tell you his name--you'll hear that soon enough, and I don't want it talked of; and I must make a little journey with him.

You'll not be afraid of being left alone for a time ?' 'And have you promised, sir ?' I answered, with another question, my curiosity and anxiety overcoming my awe.