'We shall see each other again soon,' he says, as he shakes hands with me on the doorstep of his house.
'You will come to us, then,' I say eagerly. 'I want to show you my work.'
'Yes, I will come very soon; but your mother will see to everything, Chris.'
'There is one thing I want particularly to ask you, uncle, if you'll not mind.'
'Say it, my dear boy.'
'Living here, all alone, as you are doing,' I say, and I pause somewhat awkwardly.
He assists me.
'Yes, my dear boy--living here all alone, as I am doing----'
'I was thinking it must be very lonely for you, uncle.'
'It is a lonely life, Chris, living by oneself.'