“As my spasms was just a-comin’ on, strange to say, gentlemen, as up the stairs I came, I don’t mind if I do. Just a thimbleful; no, Mr. Murphy! not a drop beyond the pretty part, and cold I’ll have it to-night. It does me most good when the liquor is strong. Here’s your very good ’ealth, gentlemen, and may you all have lots of practice when you’ve done with the ’orspital; and what’s more, lots of fees, and good ’uns.”
“Well done, missus,” said all the men; “you could not have wished us anything better.”
“And now, gentlemen, I thank you for your kindness, but shut up my house I must; so I hope you will pardon me if I ask you to clear out. Oh! lawks, Mr. Murphy; I ’opes to goodness the perlice won’t see this blessed board, nor these knockers and things. I chops up that there ‘Similar—attached Willa Residence’ to-morrow for the fires. I said you should have it for your party, but no more of it—not if I knows it. Now, gents! Good-night! good-night!” And she got rid of them, and they went rollicking home.
CHAPTER VII.
NURSE PODGER.
A gentleman who in a duel was rather scratched than wounded, sent for a chirurgeon, who, having opened the wound, charged his man with all speed to fetch such a salve from such a place in his study.
“Why?” said the gentleman, “is the hurt so dangerous?”
“Oh, yes,” answered the chirurgeon; “if he returns not in poste haste, the wound will cure itself.”—Thos. Fuller.
Now being from Paris but recently,
This fine young man would show his skill;