“Well—that’s more for the men who are in training for bishops, that they may be able to read the New Testament in the original.”
“I want to learn Latin and Greek myself.”
“A lofty desire. You must get a grammar of each tongue.”
“I mean to go to Christminster some day.”
“Whenever you do, you say that Physician Vilbert is the only proprietor of those celebrated pills that infallibly cure all disorders of the alimentary system, as well as asthma and shortness of breath. Two and threepence a box—specially licensed by the government stamp.”
“Can you get me the grammars if I promise to say it hereabout?”
“I’ll sell you mine with pleasure—those I used as a student.”
“Oh, thank you, sir!” said Jude gratefully, but in gasps, for the amazing speed of the physician’s walk kept him in a dog-trot which was giving him a stitch in the side.
“I think you’d better drop behind, my young man. Now I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll get you the grammars, and give you a first lesson, if you’ll remember, at every house in the village, to recommend Physician Vilbert’s golden ointment, life-drops, and female pills.”
“Where will you be with the grammars?”