"It is from an old friend of mine, Rowland Ellis of Plas Gwynant.

You know I hear from him occasionally--quite often enough.
It is waste of stamps, waste of energy, and waste of time to write when you have nothing special to say.

But he has something to say to-day.
He has a son, a poor, weak fellow I have heard, as far as outward appearance and bodily health go--a contrast to you, Cardo--but a clever fellow, a senior wrangler, and an M.A.of his college.

He has just been ordained, and wants to recruit his health before he settles down to a living which is in the gift of his uncle, and which will be vacant in a short time; and as he offers very good remuneration, I don't see why he shouldn't come here.

He would be a companion to you.