“And a piece of fat pork?”
“Yes, that I can.”
“It’s thanks to me then, Pater,” replied he, “so you’ll have no more of my medicine until you fall sick again.”
“I hope not,” replied I, “for it was not very pleasant.”
“Pleasant! you simple Simon, when did you ever hear of physic being pleasant, unless a man prescribe for himself? I suppose you’d be after lollipops for the yellow fever. Live and larn, boy, and thank Heaven that you’ve found somebody who loves you well enough to baste you when it’s good for your health.”
I held my tongue and ate a very hearty breakfast. From that day I returned to my duty, and was put into the same watch with O’Brien, who spoke to the first lieutenant, and told him that he had taken me under his charge.