This was actually the first time he had had a chance of forming an intimacy with a young man of his own age, education, and position, and he caught at it with avidity, the more so because Captain Bruce seemed likely to supply all the things which he had not and never could have--knowledge of the world outside; "hair-breadth 'scapes" and adventurous experiences, told with a point and cleverness that added to their charm.
Besides, the captain was decidedly "interesting." Young ladies would have thought him so, with his pale face and pensive air, which, seeing that the Byron fever had not yet attacked the youths of Cairnforth, appeared to his simple audience a melancholy quite natural and not assumed.

And his delicacy of health was a fact only too patent.

There was a hectic brilliant color on his cheek, and his cough interrupted him continually.

His whole appearance implied that, in any case, a long life was scarcely probable, and this alone was enough to soften any tender heart toward him.
"What does Helen think of my new cousin ?" whispered Lord Cairnforth, looking up to her with his affectionate eyes, as she bent over his chair to bid him goodnight.
"I like him," was the frank answer.

"He is very agreeable, and then he looks so ill." "Was I right in asking him to stay here ?" "Yes, I think so.