He had heard the day boat was very late, and as there had been a heavy fog over night, did not worry about the delay in their arrival.
What troubled him more was the change in Mr.Temple's appearance.

He had gone away ruddy, erect, full of vigor and health, and here he was being helped out of the carriage, pale, shriveled, his eyes deep set in his head.

His voice, though, was still strong if his legs were shaky, and there seemed also to be no diminution in the flow of his spirits.

Wesley had kept that part of him intact whatever changes the climate had made.
"Ah, Pawson--glad to see you!" the invalid called gaily extending his hand as soon as he stood erect on the sidewalk.

"Back again, you see--these old derelicts bob up once in a while when you least expect them." And he wrung his hand heartily.