The point is to do the right thing.

I'm a good boy to come and visit them; you're a good boy to come and cure them.

They are not a very grateful lot, I'm sorry to say, but we have nothing to do with that; we're put here to look after them, and what we feel about it, or what they feel about it, is not the question." He had come into Caius' room, stamping the snow off his big boots.

He was a spare, elderly man, with gray hair and bright eyes.

His horse and sleigh stood without the door, and the horse jingled its bells continually.
Here was a friend! Caius decided at once to question this man concerning Madame Le Maitre, and--that other lady in whose existence he believed.
"The main thing that you want on these islands is nerve," said the clergyman.