"Oh, laws; I'm sure it ain't my fault.

Here's Dr Fillgrave in a taking, and I'm quite ready to pay him,--quite.

If a man gets paid, what more can he want ?" And she again held out the five-pound note over Dr Fillgrave's head.
What more, indeed, Lady Scatcherd, can any of us want, if only we could keep our tempers and feelings a little in abeyance?
Dr Fillgrave, however, could not so keep his; and, therefore, he did want something more, though at the present moment he could have hardly said what.
Lady Scatcherd's courage was somewhat resuscitated by the presence of her ancient trusty ally; and, moreover, she began to conceive that the little man before her was unreasonable beyond all conscience in his anger, seeing that that for which he was ready to work had been offered to him without any work at all.
"Madam," said he, again turning round at Lady Scatcherd, "I was never before treated in such a way in any house in Barchester-- never--never." "Good heavens, Dr Fillgrave!" said he of Greshamsbury, "what is the matter ?" "I'll let you know what is the matter, sir," said he, turning round again as quickly as before.

"I'll let you know what is the matter.
I'll publish this, sir, to the medical world;" and as he shrieked out the words of the threat, he stood on tiptoes and brandished his eye-glasses up almost into his enemy's face.
"Don't be angry with Dr Thorne," said Lady Scatcherd.

"Any ways, you needn't be angry with him.