"He was driving the old doctor's dog-cart and going to see a patient.

He offered me a lift." "Oh!" Phyllis's tone was carefully devoid of interest.

She also took up a stocking from the pile at her sister's elbow and began to work.
"I asked him how he was getting on," Molly continued.

"He said that Dr.
Finsbury was awfully good to him, and treated him almost like a son.

He asked very particularly after you; and when I told him you were coming home he said that he should try and manage to come over and see you.