He had been a kind friend to me when I had no friends; and I had spent some quiet, happy evenings with him at his humble lodgings, in the company of a very pretty and amiable wife.

My occasional visit to him was the only indulgence I had ever been allowed, and these visits were not permitted to be of too frequent recurrence.
He saw how much I was affected at bidding him good-by.
"Geoffrey," said he, taking me by the hand and drawing me aside: "one word with you before we part.

I know your attachment for me is sincere.
Believe me, the feeling is reciprocated in its fullest extent.

Your uncle is not your friend.

Few men act wickedly without a motive.