Of the doctor he saw but little: he never came to Greshamsbury unless to see Lady Arabella as doctor, or to be closeted with the squire.

There were no social evenings with him; no animated confabulations at the doctor's house; no discourses between them, as there had wont to be, about the merits of the different covers, and the capacities of the different hounds.

These were dull days on the whole for Frank; and sad enough, we may say, for our friend the doctor.
In February, Frank again went back to college; having settled with Harry Baker certain affairs which weighed on his mind.

He went back to Cambridge, promising to be home on the 20th of the month, so as to be present at his sister's wedding.

A cold and chilling time had been named for these hymeneal joys, but one not altogether unsuited to the feelings of the happy pair.