"Understand me, Mr.John Briggs; it is of no consequence to me what you call yourself: but it is of consequence to me that I should not have a patient in my parish whom I cannot cure; for I cannot cure broken hearts, though they will be simple enough to come to me for medicine." "You shall have no chance! You shall never enter my house! You shall not ruin me, sir, by your bills!" Tom made no answer to this fresh insult.

He had another game to play.
"Take care what you say, Briggs; remember that, after all, you are in my power, and I had better remind you plainly of the fact." "And you mean to make me your tool?
I will die first ?" "I believe that," said Tom, who was very near adding, "that he should be sorry to work with such tools." "My tools are my lancet and my drugs," said he, quietly, "and all I have to say refers to them.

It suits my purpose to become the principal medical man in this neighbourhood--" "And I am to tout for introductions for you ?" "You are to be so very kind as to allow me to finish my sentence, just as you would allow any other gentleman; and because I wish for practice, and patients, and power, you will be so kind as to treat me henceforth as one high-minded man would treat another, to whom he is obliged.

For you know, John Briggs, as well as I," said Tom, drawing himself up to his full height, "look me in the face, if you can, ere you deny it, that I was, while you knew me, as honourable a man, and as kind-hearted a man, as you ever were; and that now--considering the circumstances under which we meet,--you have more reason to trust me, than I have, prima facie, to trust you." Vavasour answered not a word.
"Good-bye, then," said Tom, drawing aside from the step; "Mrs.
Vavasour will be anxious about you.

And mind! With regard to her first of all, sir, and then with regard to other matters--as long, and only as long, as you remember that you are John Briggs of Whitbury, I shall be the first to forget it.