He had got used to his own cadaverous tint, so that seemed insufficient.
The farmer's wife looked at him, and hesitated.
"Well, sir," said she, with a blush, "we takes 'em in to cure, not to--" "Not to bury," said Monckton.

"Don't you be alarmed.

I have got no time to die; I'm too busy.

Why, I have been much worse than this.

I am convalescent now." "Ye don't say so, sir!" said she.