Adams. I cooled him down with a rubub and aloes ball, and kep 'im on low diet; but he don't seem no better.
Und. (to himself). I didn't gather the horse was unwell. (Aloud.) Dear me! no better? You don't say so!
Check. If you'd rubbed a little embrocation into the shoulder, you'd ha' done more good, in my opinion, and it's my belief as Mr. Undershell here will tell you I'm right.
Und. (to himself). Can't afford to offend the coachman! (Aloud.]) Well, I daresay—er—embrocation would have been better.
Adams. Ah, that's where me and Mr. Checkley differ. According to me, it ain't to do with the shoulder at all—it's a deal lower down.... I'll 'ave him out of the box and you'll soon see what I mean.
Und. (hastily). Pray don't trouble on my account. I—I can see him capitally from where I am, thanks.
Adams. You know best, Sir. Only I thought you'd be better able to form a judgment after you'd seen the way he stepped across. But if you was to come in and examine the frog?——I don't like the look of it myself.
Und. (to himself). I'm sure I don't. I've a horror of reptiles. (Aloud.) You're very good. I—I think I won't come in. The place must be rather damp, mustn't it—for that?
Adams. It's dry enough in 'ere, Sir, as you may see; nor yet he ain't been standing about in no wet. Still, there it is, you see!
Und. (to himself). What a fool he must be not to drive it out! Of course it must annoy the horse. (Aloud.) I don't see it; but I'm quite willing to take your word for it.