"It isn't about the money, you know, doctor," said she; "of course Sir Roger don't expect you to come here with post-horses for nothing." In this, by the by, Lady Scatcherd did not stick quite close to veracity, for Sir Roger, had he known it, would by no means have assented to any payment; and the note which her ladyship held in her hand was taken from her own private purse.

"It ain't at all about the money, doctor;" and then she tendered the bank-note, which she thought would immediately make all things smooth.
Now Dr Fillgrave dearly loved a five-pound fee.

What physician is so unnatural as not to love it?
He dearly loved a five-pound fee; but he loved his dignity better.

He was angry also; and like all angry men, he loved his grievance.

He felt that he had been badly treated; but if he took the money he would throw away his right to indulge in any such feeling.