You have said nothing wrong,' he said gently, observing my alarm.

'You said I was always sad, I think, about Uncle Silas.

Well, I don't know how you gather that; but if I were, I will now tell you, it would not be unnatural.

Your uncle is a man of great talents, great faults, and great wrongs.

His talents have not availed him; his faults are long ago repented of; and his wrongs I believe he feels less than I do, but they are deep.