Says he, 'You ought to try Carrageen moss.

It's an old drug, but it's a good one.' There was a drawer full of it to his hand; had been lying there any time this ten years: I go to open it; but what was my feelings when he goes on, as cool as a cucumber--'And there's bushels of it here,' says he, 'on every rock; so if you'll come down with me at low tide this afternoon, I'll show you the trade, and tell you how to boil it.' I thought I should have knocked him down." "But you didn't," said Jones, laughing in every muscle of his body.
"Tell you what, Doctor, you've got a treasure; he's just getting back your custom, d'ye see, and when he's done that, he'll lay on the bills sharp enough.

Why, I hear he's up at Mrs.Vavasour's every day." "And not ten shillings' worth of medicine sent up to the house any week." "He charges for his visits, I suppose." "Not he! If you'll believe me, when I asked him if he wasn't going to, he says, says he, that Mrs.Vavasour's company was quite payment enough for him." "Shows his good taste.

Why, what now, Mary ?" as the maid opens the door.
"Mr.Thurnall wants Mr.Heale." "Always wanting me," groans Heale, hugging his glass, "driving me about like any negro slave.

Tell him to come in." "Here, Doctor," says the Lieutenant, "I want you to prescribe for me, if you'll do it gratis, d'ye see.