No.
He must play this game off his own bat, and keep his own counsel.
Captain Oliphant, who had a good notion of doing things comfortably with other people's money, had selected a fashionable hotel at the West End.
"We must see you have every comfort, dear boy," said he; "in your state of health we cannot afford to rough it.

I have ordered a private sitting-room and fires in the bedroom.

When you feel strong enough we will do a little sight-seeing; but meanwhile your first consideration must be to recover lost tone and spirits by means of rest and care." These constant reminders of his poor health were very unwelcome to the unlucky Roger, who protested that he was in perfect health; and, to prove it, went out next day, in a cold November fog, with no overcoat.
The consequence was he caught a severe cold, and had the mortification of listening to a severe lecture from his solicitous guardian on the iniquity of trifling with his precious health.
Roger, too proud to admit that he could not take care of himself, declined to treat himself as an invalid, and insisted on claiming his guardian's promise to show him a little life in the great city.
It was surprising how many acquaintances Rosalind's father had in London.

Some were pleasant enough--military men on leave, and here and there a civilian's family who remembered the captain and his charming family in the Hills.
Roger accepted their hospitality and listened to their Indian small-talk with great good-humour, and when now and then some sympathetic soul, guessing, as a good many did, one of the lad's secrets, talked admiringly of Rosalind, he felt himself rewarded for a good deal of long-suffering.

Had he heard some of the jokes passed behind his back, his satisfaction might have been considerably tempered.
"I always said," observed one shrewd dowager, "that Oliphant would make a catch with that daughter of his.