It could make no difference; and Dr Thorne gave him the half glass of brandy.
"Ah, well; you've a stingy hand, doctor; confounded stingy.

You don't measure your medicines out in such light doses." "You will be wanting more before morning, you know." "Before morning! indeed I shall; a pint or so before that.

I remember the time, doctor, when I have drunk to my own cheek above two quarts between dinner and breakfast! aye, and worked all the day after it!" "You have been a wonderful man, Scatcherd, very wonderful." "Aye, wonderful! well, never mind.

It's over now.

But what was I saying ?--about Louis, doctor; you'll not desert him ?" "Certainly not." "He's not strong; I know that.