Not a nice fellow at all, Armstrong.

Wrong sort of companion for Roger.

Poor fellow! how he's coughing to-night." And this kindly soul actually laid down his cigar and went out into the passage to listen.
"Shocking cough," said he as he returned and relit his cigar.

Then he took out a document from his pocket--a copy of the will, in fact--and read it again.

Which done, he relapsed into genial meditation ones more.
Presently his kindly feelings prompted him to pay his ward a visit.
"Well, my boy, how are you?
Better, I hope." "Oh, yes," said Roger, coughing; "it's only a cold in my head.