“Gad, how things are tattled!” cried Jackson Lemon with asperity.
“I can see it’s true by the way you say that,” his friend ingenuously stated.
“Do Freer and his wife believe it?” Jackson went on impatiently.
“They want you to go and see them. You can judge for yourself.”
“I’ll go and see them and tell them to mind their business.”
“In Jermyn Street; but I forget the number. I’m sorry the marchioness isn’t one of ours,” Doctor Feeder continued.
“If I should marry her she would be quick enough. But I don’t see what difference it can make to you,” said Jackson.
“Why, she’ll look down on the profession, and I don’t like that from your wife.”
“That will touch me more than you.”
“Then it is true?” Doctor Feeder cried with a finer appeal.