“Oh, but you’re all right,” said the doctor, looking curiously at the old man.
“Nay, nay, nay. I thought I should have died before you come back, doctor; that I did.”
“But you’re better now.”
“Yes, I’m better now, doctor. I feel safer-like, and I’ve got so much to do that I can’t afford to be ill.”
“And die?”
“Nay, nay, nay; not yet, not yet, not yet, doctor!”
“Ah, well, I’m glad I do you good, Moredock; but I think you might have lent me that skull.”
“You said sell, doctor,” cried the old man.
“Of course I should have paid you. But I suppose I must respect your scruples.”
“Ay, do, doctor, and come oftener. Anno Domini, is it?”