He is perhaps a little odd in his manner, but he has a good heart." This was about all Mrs Ingleton knew, except that he was a University man and an accomplished musician.
Captain Oliphant was not much enlightened by this description.

He sat down, and for the third time carefully read over the "dear one's" will.
"I think," said he at lunch-time, "I will stroll over to Yeld this afternoon and see Mr Pottinger.

Roger, will you walk with me?
A walk would do you good.

You are looking pale, my boy." "Oh, I'm all right," said Roger, whose cough, however, was still obstinate.

"I'll come with pleasure." A walk of five miles on a damp afternoon through drenched country lanes may be a good specific for a cough in India, but in England it occasionally fails in this respect.