Roger was wet through when he reached Yeld.
"I shall not be long," said the Captain as they reached the attorney's door.

"Don't catch cold, there's a good fellow.

Remember your health is very precious." Roger undertook to act on this considerate advice, and occupied his time of waiting by strolling up and down the High Street in the rain, paying a call here and there at one or two shops, and finally dropping in to see his friend Dr Brandram.
The Captain meanwhile was having an interesting chat with the attorney.
After introducing himself and receiving the suitable congratulations, he said-- "Mr Ingleton's will, Mr Pottinger, so far as I can understand it, seems fairly simple, and I am ready and anxious to perform my part of its provisions." "Yes.

You see, after all, it is only a matter of two years' trouble.
As soon as Master Roger comes of age you will be released." "Unless," says the Captain, laughing, "he marries, becomes mad, or goes to prison, isn't that it?
What a curious proviso!" "It is.

The old Squire had his peculiarities, like most of us.