"Chest complaint, I should think.

Not that the young gentleman looks particularly delicate, either, and he tells me that he's a very good appetite and that his doctor says he's to live well and to eat as much as ever he can." Copplestone got a view of his fellow-visitor that afternoon in the hall of the inn, and agreed with the landlady that he showed no evident signs of delicacy of health.

He was a good type of the conventional curate, with a rather pale, good-humoured face set between his round collar and wide brimmed hat, and he glanced at Copplestone with friendly curiosity and something of a question in his eyes.

And Copplestone, out of good neighbourliness, stopped and spoke to him.
"Mrs.Wooler tells me you're come here to pick up," he remarked.

"Pretty strong air round this quarter of the globe!" "Oh, that's all right!" said the new arrival.