"But perhaps he does not know how."
"How should I not know all about it?" said Timar. "I have often enough helped my mother with it at home."
"Your mother was a very good woman, I am sure."
"Very good."
"And you loved her very much?"
"Very much."
"Is she still living?"
"She has long been dead."
"So now you have no one in the world belonging to you?"
Timar thought a moment, and bowed his head sadly—"No one." . . . He had spoken the truth.