[Christie Johnstone by Charles Reade]@TWC D-Link bookChristie Johnstone CHAPTER I 9/11
So, now to cure you!" And away went the spherical doctor, with his hands behind him, not up and down the room, but slanting and tacking, like a knight on a chess-board.
He had not made many steps before, turning his upper globule, without affecting his lower, he hurled back, in a cold business-like tone, the following interrogatory: "What are your vices ?" "Saunders," inquired the patient, "which are my vices ?" "M'lord, lordship hasn't any vices," replied Saunders, with dull, matter-of-fact solemnity. "Lady Barbara makes the same complaint," thought Lord Ipsden. "It seems I have not any vices, Dr.Aberford," said he, demurely. "That is bad; nothing to get hold of.
What interests you, then ?" "I don't remember." "What amuses you ?" "I forget." "What! no winning horse to gallop away your rents ?" "No, sir!" "No opera girl to run her foot and ankle through your purse ?" "No, sir! and I think their ankles are not what they were." "Stuff! just the same, from their ankles up to their ears, and down again to their morals; it is your eyes that are sunk deeper into your head.
Hum! no horses, no vices, no dancers, no yacht; you confound one's notions of nobility, and I ought to know them, for I have to patch them all up a bit just before they go to the deuce." "But I have, Doctor Aberford." "What!" "A yacht! and a clipper she is, too." "Ah!--( Now I've got him.)" "In the Bay of Biscay she lay half a point nearer the wind than Lord Heavyjib." "Oh! bother Lord Heavyjib, and his Bay of Biscay." "With all my heart, they have often bothered me." "Send her round to Granton Pier, in the Firth of Forth." "I will, sir." "And write down this prescription." And away he walked again, thinking the prescription. "Saunders," appealed his master. "Saunders be hanged." "Sir!" said Saunders, with dignity, "I thank you." "Don't thank me, thank your own deserts," replied the modern Chesterfield.
"Oblige me by writing it yourself, my lord, it is all the bodily exercise you will have had to-day, no doubt." The young viscount bowed, seated himself at a desk, and wrote from dictation: "DR.
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