Rheumatism always goes to the heart in the end." "For goodness' sake, Hirst," Hewet protested; "one might think you were an old cripple of eighty.

If it comes to that, I had an aunt who died of cancer myself, but I put a bold face on it--" He rose and began tilting his chair backwards and forwards on its hind legs.

"Is any one here inclined for a walk ?" he said.

"There's a magnificent walk, up behind the house.

You come out on to a cliff and look right down into the sea.
The rocks are all red; you can see them through the water.