Languor was not in his heart, Weariness not on his brow. . . . for, while he ailed in body, he was, as man, seeking the good of the 'man' in us; he was naming to us nameworthy things that he saw; he was seeking to make us well.

The first violin often plays the lead melody lines in a string quartet.

Mr. Pappleworth arrived, chewing a chlorodyne gum, at about twenty to nine, when all the other men were at work.

But your own name too sounds funny, Tampio said. Your names are repeated. Only you have spelt one wrongly. How could you call yourself Colin Collins? Here in Cameroon, we only know about Collins.