His gentle companion still called him "uncle" in the presence of the household, and only used the loving "thou" when they were alone.

When he was in bed she would bring the steaming milk, making him drink it with maternal caresses, smoothing the pillows; after which she would carefully close the windows and doors so that no ray of light should disturb him.
"Those nights in the Cathedral!" said she complainingly.

"You are killing yourself, Gabriel.

It is not fit for you.

My father says the same.