"Ain't got no appetite," confirmed the lady.
"'Er system. See?" added Mr. Tusker.
"Yus," assented Mrs. Tusker. "Me system."
"Jes' run yere rule over 'er," said Mr. Tusker.
"Well," mused the doctor, "want of appetite doesn't produce itself, you know. I mean to say—— Her face now. It's very swollen. The lower part espec——"
"Never mind 'er face, ole man," suggested Mr. Tusker.
"No," said the patient; "never mind me face."
"I done that, ye see," remarked Mr. Tusker.
"Yus," replied Mrs. Tusker, "'e done that."
Doctor Brink, after staring hard at Mr. Tusker, resumed his inspection of the wife. "I don't know what sort of appetite you expect to have," he said, "with those four bruises. Her face is simply pul——"