He repeated the treatment every hour, being very determined with Mrs Bangham.

Three or four hours passed; the flies fell into the traps by hundreds; and at length one little life, hardly stronger than theirs, appeared among the multitude of lesser deaths.
'A very nice little girl indeed,' said the doctor; 'little, but well-formed.

Halloa, Mrs Bangham! You're looking queer! You be off, ma'am, this minute, and fetch a little more brandy, or we shall have you in hysterics.' By this time, the rings had begun to fall from the debtor's irresolute hands, like leaves from a wintry tree.

Not one was left upon them that night, when he put something that chinked into the doctor's greasy palm.
In the meantime Mrs Bangham had been out on an errand to a neighbouring establishment decorated with three golden balls, where she was very well known.
'Thank you,' said the doctor, 'thank you.

Your good lady is quite composed.