“But, Moredock—”
“There, it’s of no use for you to talk. Think I don’t know! Why, I know more chapters and bits of the sarvice by heart than half-a-dozen parsons.”
“Ah, well! I’ll send you a bottle of mixture as soon as I get home, so sit up and make yourself comfortable.”
“May I smoke my pipe, doctor?”
“Oh, yes, as long as you like, man. You’re not bad; and take my advice: just you forget all about your fetch, as you call it, and don’t go to the church any more in the dark.”
Chapter Thirteen.
After Church.
The doctor left the sexton’s cottage, thinking deeply on the way in which the brain is affected by the weakness of the body.