And I held out my hand with decision.
Instead of taking it he looked at me very hard.
"The place doesn't suit you," said he.

"I see it doesn't, and I'm devilish sorry! Take my advice and try something milder; now do, to-morrow; for I should never forgive myself if it made you worse instead of better; and the air is too strong for lots of people." I was neither too ill nor too vexed to laugh outright in his face.
"It's not the air," said I; "it's that splendid old Madeira of yours, that was too strong for me, if you like! No, no, Rattray, you don't get rid of me so cheaply-much as you seem to want to!" "I was only thinking of you," he rejoined, with a touch of pique that convinced me of his sincerity.

"Of course I want you to stop, though I shan't be here many days; but I feel responsible for you, Cole, and that's the fact.

Think you can find your way ?" he continued, accompanying me to the gate, a postern in the high garden wall.

"Hadn't you better have a lantern ?" No; it was unnecessary.