But I ought not to be dawdling like this, with half my patients to see.

I must bid you good morning .-- Good morning, Mrs.Bevis." As he spoke, Faber drew rein, and let the carriage pass; then turned his horse's head to the other side of the way, scrambled up the steep bank to the field above, and galloped toward Glaston, whose great church rose high in sight.

Over hedge and ditch he rode straight for its tower.
"The young fool!" said the rector, looking after him admiringly, and pulling up his horses that he might more conveniently see him ride.
"Jolly old fellow!" said the surgeon at his second jump.

"I wonder how much he believes now of all the rot! Enough to humbug himself with--not a hair more.

He has no passion for humbugging other people.