Dr. You are from the west country, I should suppose, sir?
Pa. Yes, sir; from Glasgow.
Dr. Ay, pray, sir, are you a glutton?
Pa. Heaven forbid, sir! I am one of the plainest men living in the west country.
Dr. Then, perhaps, you are a drunkard?
Pa. No, Dr. Gregory, thank Heaven, no one can accuse me of that! I’m of the dissenting persuasion, doctor, and an elder, so you may suppose I’m na drunkard.
Dr. I’ll suppose no such thing till you tell me your mode of living. I’m so much puzzled with your symptoms, sir, that I should wish to hear in detail what you do eat and drink. When do you breakfast, and what do you take at it?
Pa. I breakfast at nine o’clock; take a cup of coffee, and one or two cups of tea, a couple of eggs, and a bit of ham or kippered salmon, or, maybe, both, if they’re good, and two or three rolls and butter.
Dr. Do you eat no honey, or jelly, or jam, at breakfast?
Pa. O, yes, sir! but I don’t count that as anything.