Your recruits do you credit, Mrs.Wale." The Doctor stood at the foot of the bed to inspect, breathing forth a vapour of very fine old port, his hands in his pockets, speaking with a lazy thickness, and looking so comfortable and facetious, that Mrs.
Julaper would have liked to turn him out of the room.
But the Doctor was not unkind, only extremely comfortable.

He was a good-natured fellow, and had thought and care for the living, but not a great deal of sentiment for the dead, whom he had looked in the face too often to be much disturbed by the spectacle.
"You'll have to keep that bandage on.

You should be sharp; you should know all about it, girl, by this time, and not let those muscles stiffen.

I need not tell you the mouth shuts as easily as this snuff-box, if you only take it in time .-- I suppose, Mrs.Julaper, you'll send to Jos Fringer for the poor fellow's outfit.

Fringer is a very proper man--there ain't a properer und-aker in England.