The woman licked a drooping lip with a sharp, dry tongue, looked at the doctor dubiously, and began to fumble in her bag.
“I’ve got a box of pills ’ere, sir, as—”
“Hem.”
Tugler cleared his throat irritably, and appeared surprised to find her still sitting at his elbow.
“Pills?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What for?”
“The bowels, sir.”
“Need ’em?”
“Well, sir, as I might say, sir, I’m obstinate, very obstinate—”