"Very good: street. And nearly opposite to this inn----"
"Hotel, if you please, Mr. Osip. The Savoy Hotel."
"So be it, Mrs. Dumps. Well, then, in this street and nearly opposite to the Savoy Hotel, there is a red brick mansion, which I should like to purchase, if it is for sale."
"Lor, now, how funny that is, say what you like, seeing it's the very house where the Baird orphans live."
"Alone, Mrs. Dumps?"
"Oh, dear me, no, sir. They board, so to speak, with their guardian, Mr. Henry Horran, who suffers from some disease the doctors can't put a name to. He's been ailing, off and on, for over ten years; but the doctors can't cure him nohow, not knowin' what's wrong with his inside. Mr. Ferdinand ought to find out, seeing he's lived with Mr. Horran all his life, though to be sure, he ain't old, being but three and twenty."
"Mr. Ferdinand Baird is not a doctor, then?"
"He will be some day, if his brains hold out. He's a medical student, and what you might call an apprentice to Dr. Jerce."
"Ha!" said Osip, quickly, "your local doctor?"
"Lor, no, whatever made you think that, Mr. Osip. Dr. Wentworth's our local, and he isn't bad, though I know more about insides than he does. But what can you expect, as I always say, when he's unmarried, and can't understand ladies? Why, Sampson Tait can cure better than our Dr. Wentworth."