"Uncle tells me he is coming to dinner." "Then you must look after your heart, my dear.

He is one of the best looking fellows out here, a dashing soldier, and a devoted servant of the fair sex." "You don't like him, Doctor," Isobel said quietly.
"I have not said so, my dear--far from it.

I think I said a good deal for him." "Yes, but you don't like him, Doctor.

Why is that ?" "I suppose because he is not my sort of man," the Doctor said.

"I have not seen him since his regiment and ours were at Delhi together, and we did not see much of each other then.