"I'm only speaking scientifically, ma'am."
"Well, I think your scientific discourse is only an excuse for saying impudent things; I mean the back of their heads."
"I thought so, ma'am."
"They call it—dear me, I forget—something—motive—motive—it's Latin—but I am no scholard, docthor."
"That's manifest, ma'am."
"But a lady is not bound to know Latin, docthor."
"Certainly not, ma'am—nor any other language except that of the eyes."
Now, this was a wicked hit of the doctor's, for Mrs. Gubbins squinted frightfully; but Mrs. Gubbins did not know that, so she went on.
"The bump I mean, docthor, is motive something—motive—motive—I have it!—motive-ness."
"Now, I know what you mean," said the doctor; "amativeness."