When can I see you again ?' 'Do you sit here every afternoon when it is fine ?' 'Yes, every day--all day long sometimes when the sun is warm.' 'Then I will come here to see you.' 'You must keep it a secret, then,' said the old man, with a crafty look.
'If you don't they will shut me up in the house, perhaps.

They don't like me to see people, for fear I should talk.

I have heard Steadman say so.

Yet what should I talk about, heaven help me?
Steadman says my memory is quite gone, and that I am childish and harmless--childish and harmless.

I have heard him say that.