He was roused with a start from his memories by Arthur's voice, gentle and weak from his late illness.
"Tom, will you be angry if I talk to you very seriously ?" "No, dear old boy, not I.But ain't you faint, Arthur, or ill?
What can I get you?
Don't say anything to hurt yourself now--you are very weak; let me come up again." "No, no; I shan't hurt myself.

I'd sooner speak to you now, if you don't mind.

I've asked Mary to tell the Doctor that you are with me, so you needn't go down to calling-over; and I mayn't have another chance, for I shall most likely have to go home for change of air to get well, and mayn't come back this half." "Oh, do you think you must go away before the end of the half?
I'm so sorry.

It's more than five weeks yet to the holidays, and all the fifth-form examination and half the cricket-matches to come yet.

And what shall I do all that time alone in our study?
Why, Arthur, it will be more than twelve weeks before I see you again.