This summer I think you should take him a little run in Normandy or Switzerland.

It would do him good, and you, too, to knock about abroad for a week or two.

However, there's time enough to talk about that.
And I dare say you will be glad now to get a little rest after your journey." Jeffreys returned to his room very contentedly.

The confidence Mr Rimbolt reposed in him was soothing to his spirits, and went far to obliterate the memory of that hideous interview last week.
Percy was out when, after washing and changing his travelling garb, he came down to the morning-room, which he usually occupied during the afternoon.
To his surprise, and even consternation, Raby was there, writing.
She rose, brightly, almost radiantly, as he entered.
"Oh, Mr Jeffreys, how glad I am to see you back! Poor Percy has been in such want of you! These Oxford friends of his, I am certain, have not been doing him any good.

Have you seen him?
I am so happy you have come back!" Jeffreys was not made of adamant, and a greeting like this, even though it was offered on some one else's behalf, was enough to drive Mrs Rimbolt completely out of his head.
"I am very fortunate to be able to make you happy so easily," said he.
"Yes, I have seen Percy, and heard all his troubles.