She thought, I suppose, that every able-bodied adult in England ought to know as much as that.

In one of the gaps of silence, somebody mentioned the dry and rather nasty subject of human anatomy; whereupon good Mrs.Threadgall straightway brought in her late husband as usual, without mentioning that he was dead.

Anatomy she described as the Professor's favourite recreation in his leisure hours.

As ill-luck would have it, Mr.Candy, sitting opposite (who knew nothing of the deceased gentleman), heard her.

Being the most polite of men, he seized the opportunity of assisting the Professor's anatomical amusements on the spot.
"They have got some remarkably fine skeletons lately at the College of Surgeons," says Mr.Candy, across the table, in a loud cheerful voice.
"I strongly recommend the Professor, ma'am, when he next has an hour to spare, to pay them a visit." You might have heard a pin fall.