"Your friend wants someone to cheer him up.

He's got his arm broken." "How on earth did he manage that ?" I asked.
"Well, that's more than I can tell you," said the Doctor, with an odd look in his eyes, as if he guessed more than he would put into words.
"All that I could get out of him was that it was done accidentally.

The Major is not so well--no whist for us to-night, I'm afraid." He passed on, and I made my way to Gay Street.

There was an air of mystery about the quaint old landlady; she looked brimful of news when she opened the door to me, but she managed to 'keep herself to herself,' and showed me in upon the Major and Derrick, rather triumphantly I thought.

The Major looked terribly ill--worse than I had ever seen him, and as for Derrick, he had the strangest look of shrinking and shame-facedness you ever saw.