I have much to do, and you must let me go." Scatcherd, however, would not let him go, but held his hand fast.
"Thorne," said he, "if you like it, I'll make them put Fillgrave under the pump directly he comes here.

I will indeed, and pay all the damage myself." This was another proposition to which the doctor could not consent; but he was utterly unable to refrain from laughing.

There was an earnest look of entreaty about Sir Roger's face as he made the suggestion; and, joined to this, there was a gleam of comic satisfaction in his eye which seemed to promise, that if he received the least encouragement he would put his threat into execution.

Now our doctor was not inclined to taking any steps towards subjecting his learned brother to pump discipline; but he could not but admit to himself that the idea was not a bad one.
"I'll have it done, I will, by heavens! if you'll only say the word," protested Sir Roger.
But the doctor did not say the word, and so the idea was passed off.
"You shouldn't be so testy with a man when he is ill," said Scatcherd, still holding the doctor's hand, of which he had again got possession; "specially not an old friend; and specially again when you're been a-blowing of him up." It was not worth the doctor's while to aver that the testiness had all been on the other side, and that he had never lost his good-humour; so he merely smiled, and asked Sir Roger if he could do anything further for him.
"Indeed you can, doctor; and that's why I sent for you,--why I sent for you yesterday.

Get out of the room, Winterbones," he then said, gruffly, as though he were dismissing from his chamber a dirty dog.