Pulse is good.

Breathe in my face." "Breathe in your face, sir! how can I do that ?" (with an air of mild doubt.) "By first inhaling, and then exhaling in the direction required, or how can I make acquaintance with your bowels ?" "My bowels ?" "The abdomen, and the greater and lesser intestines.

Well, never mind, I can get at them another way; give your heart a slap, so.

That's your liver.

And that's your diaphragm." His lordship having found the required spot (some people that I know could not) and slapped it, the Aberford made a circular spring and listened eagerly at his shoulder-blade; the result of this scientific pantomime seemed to be satisfactory, for he exclaimed, not to say bawled: "Halo! here is a viscount as sound as a roach! Now, young gentleman," added he, "your organs are superb, yet you are really out of sorts; it follows you have the maladies of idle minds, love, perhaps, among the rest; you blush, a diagnostic of that disorder; make your mind easy, cutaneous disorders, such as love, etc., shall never kill a patient of mine with a stomach like yours.