Is my post-chaise at the door?
I'll publish it all to the medical world--every word--every word of it, every word of it." "Publish what, you unreasonable man ?" "Man! sir; whom do you call a man?
I'll let you know whether I'm a man--post-chaise there!" "Don't 'ee call him names now, doctor; don't 'ee, pray don't 'ee," said Lady Scatcherd.
By this time they had all got somewhere nearer the hall-door; but the Scatcherd retainers were too fond of the row to absent themselves willingly at Dr Fillgrave's bidding, and it did not appear that any one went in search of the post-chaise.
"Man! sir; I'll let you know what it is to speak to me in that style.
I think, sir, you hardly know who I am." "All that I know of you at present is, that you are my friend Sir Roger's physician, and I cannot conceive what has occurred to make you so angry." And as he spoke, Dr Thorne looked carefully at him to see whether that pump-discipline had in truth been applied.

There were no signs whatever that cold water had been thrown upon Dr Fillgrave.
"My post-chaise--is my post-chaise there?
The medical world shall know all; you may be sure, sir, the medical world shall know it all;" and thus, ordering his post-chaise, and threatening Dr Thorne with the medical world, Dr Fillgrave made his way to the door.
But the moment he put on his hat he returned.

"No, madam," said he.

"No; it is quite out of the question: such an affair is not to be arranged by such means.

I'll publish it all to the medical world--post-chaise there!" and then, using all his force, he flung as far as he could into the hall a light bit of paper.