He was very friendly, affable, busy, kind.

He would come to Sheffield the next day.
"What is your father ?" he asked.
"He is a coal-miner," replied Paul.
"Not very well off, I suppose ?" "This--I see after this," said Paul.
"And you ?" smiled the doctor.
"I am a clerk in Jordan's Appliance Factory." The doctor smiled at him.
"Er--to go to Sheffield!" he said, putting the tips of his fingers together, and smiling with his eyes.

"Eight guineas ?" "Thank you!" said Paul, flushing and rising.

"And you'll come to-morrow ?" "To-morrow--Sunday?
Yes! Can you tell me about what time there is a train in the afternoon ?" "There is a Central gets in at four-fifteen." "And will there be any way of getting up to the house?
Shall I have to walk ?" The doctor smiled.
"There is the tram," said Paul; "the Western Park tram." The doctor made a note of it.
"Thank you!" he said, and shook hands.
Then Paul went on home to see his father, who was left in the charge of Minnie.

Walter Morel was getting very grey now.