“I do, sir;—I do, indeed.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Well, it's rather odd. But I cannot stand here gossipping. Mrs. Morgan—”
“Ah! poor dear creature! but these things will happen, you know:—transitory life—sublunary world—rad mortality—vale of tears!—Going for the doctor?”
“No, not just yet; but—”
“Ah! still the event is pretty certain, I believe.”
“Why, yes; I flatter myself it is.”
“Good. Pardon me for being intrusive, my dear friend; but it lies in your power to do me a favour, I think: will you?”
“Oh! yes,—anything;—provided it costs me nothing.”