“This fellow wants to borrow fifty pounds,” growled Doctor Scales. Then after a pause—“There’s that itching again in my toes.”
Volume One—Chapter Six.
Doctor Scales hears a Morning Lecture.
“Morning, Monnick,” said the doctor, who had resigned himself to his fate, and had passed three days without attempting to escape from his pleasant prison.
“Morning, sir,” said the old gardener, touching his hat.
“Sir James down yet?”
“Oh yes, sir, he’s been in the peach-house this last hour.”
“Has he? thanks,” said the doctor, walking on in that direction, to hear his old friend’s voice, directly after, humming away beneath the glass like some gigantic bee.