But it wasn't her fault, Thorne; it was none of her doing.

She never asked for such nonsense." "She has been an excellent wife, Scatcherd; and what is more, she is an excellent woman.

She is, and ever will be, one of my dearest friends." "Thank'ee, doctor, thank'ee.

Yes; she has been a good wife--better for a poor man than a rich one; but then, that was what she was born to.

You won't let her be knocked about by them, will you, Thorne ?" Dr Thorne again assured him, that as long as he lived Lady Scatcherd should never want one true friend; in making this promise, however, he managed to drop all allusion to the obnoxious title.
"You'll be with him as much as possible, won't you ?" again asked the baronet, after lying quite silent for a quarter of an hour.
"With whom ?" said the doctor, who was then all but asleep.
"With my poor boy; with Louis." "If he will let me, I will," said the doctor.
"And, doctor, when you see a glass at his mouth, dash it down; thrust it down, though you thrust out the teeth with it.