brightened it for an instant, and then it would subside again.
Sometimes he was almost or quite unable to speak, then he would answer me with slight pressures on my hand, and I grew to understand his meaning very well.
The number of the days had risen to ten, when I saw a greater change in him than I had seen yet. His eyes were turned towards the door, and lighted up as I entered.
“Dear boy,” he said, as I sat down by his bed: “I thought you was late. But I knowed you couldn't be that.”
“It is just the time,” said I.
“I waited for it at the gate.”
“You always waits at the gate; don't you, dear boy?”