He was thinking how simply this man had said these things; as if, indeed, they were part of his life; as though it were usual speech with him, a something that belonged, not an acquired language.

There was the old impulse to ask a question, and he put the monocle to his eye, but his lips did not open, and the eye-glass fell again.

He had seen familiarity with sacred names and things in the uneducated, in excited revivalists, worked up to a state clairvoyant and conversational with the Creator; but he had never heard an educated man speak as this man did.
At last Charley said: "Your brother--Portugais tells me that your brother, the surgeon, has gone away.

I should have liked to thank him--if no more." "I have written him of your good recovery.

He will be glad, I know.