"He's no business to play tricks with himself." "Really, doctor," said Roger, laughing and coughing alternately, "I'm not a baby." "You're worse," said the doctor severely.

"Don't let it happen again.
You must go home in a fly; I won't allow you to walk.

Armstrong wouldn't have let you do it." It grated on the Captain's nerves to hear the tutor thus quoted in what seemed to be a reflection on himself.
"Roger, my boy," said he, "you are fortunate to have somebody to look well after you.

I quite agree with the doctor; we must drive home.

I hope your things are dry." "He's made me change everything I had on," said Roger.
"Quite right--quite right!" The doctor took an opportunity before the fly arrived of talking to the Captain seriously about his ward's health.
"He's not robust, you can see that yourself," said he, "and he won't take care of himself, that's equally evident.