There was small chance of any regular resumption of study till the cool crispness of autumn should check and stamp out the spread of this sickness.
It was at this juncture that Arthur Cole came forward with an offer which sounded very pleasantly in the ears of those to whom it was made.

He came into the pleasant living room of the Bridge House upon the first evening when Dr.Langton had been suffered to leave his bed and lie for a while on the couch in this other and more cheerful apartment.

Magdalen had her lute in her hands, and had been softly singing to him, when the sound of the opening door brought her soft, sweet song to a close.
They welcomed their visitor cordially.

He had been absent from Oxford for a while, and they had not expected to see him.
"I have been away at Poghley," he explained, "whither I sent for Dalaber to join me these last days.

Did he tell you aught of it ?" "He came to bid us a farewell, though he said it would he a brief one," answered Freda; "but he told us no more than that." "I have come to tell the rest," answered Cole, with a smile.