“Well, upon my word! I never thought of such a thing.”
“Why did you sneeze toward them?”
“Faith! I sneezed when it caught me. I didn’t do it purposely.”
“All right!”
“The doctor bowed to those ladies.”
“I saw him; he’ll pay me for that; he was to apply leeches to Droguet to-morrow, but he shan’t do it.”
“Oh! but, consider—if your husband needs the leeches!”
“I tell you that not a leech shall be put on him. I propose to show the doctor how much I care for his prescriptions.”
“But if your husband complains of pains in his head——”
“Let me alone; I am beginning to believe that Doctor Beaubichon is just fit to take care of hens. Droguet is dancing on my dress at this moment; does he look sick?”