Indeed, when, after the day's labours, Captain Oliphant sought the seclusion of his own apartment, this amiable, pleasant-spoken gentleman grew quite warm with himself.
"Who is this grandee ?" he asked himself.

"A man hired at a few pounds a year and fed at the Maxfield table, in order to help the heir to a little quite unnecessary knowledge of the ancient classics and modern sciences.

What was the old dotard,"-- the old dotard, by the way, was Captain Oliphant's private manner of referring to the lamented "dear one," whose name so often trembled on his lips in public,--"what was the old dotard thinking about?
At any rate, I should like to know a little more about the fellow myself." With this laudable intention he questioned Mrs Ingleton next morning.
"He is a good friend to dear Roger," said the mother.

"Roger is devoted to him.

I am sure you will get to like him, Edward.