"You shall know everything that I know, Sir Louis."
"And now, doctor, what are we to do about money?"
"About money?"
"Yes; money, rhino, ready! 'put money in your purse and cut a dash;' eh, doctor? Not that I want to cut a dash. No, I'm going on the quiet line altogether now: I've done with all that sort of thing."
"I'm heartily glad of it; heartily," said the doctor.
"Yes, I'm not going to make way for my far-away cousin yet; not if I know it, at least. I shall soon be all right now, doctor; shan't I?"
"'All right' is a long word, Sir Louis. But I do hope you will be all right in time, if you will live with decent prudence. You shouldn't take that filth in the morning though."
"Filth in the morning! That's my mother, I suppose! That's her ladyship! She's been talking, has she? Don't you believe her, doctor. There's not a young man in Barsetshire is going more regular, all right within the posts, than I am."
The doctor was obliged to acknowledge that there did seem to be some improvement.
"And now, doctor, how about money? Eh?"