A glimpse of butter in its cheese-rind had given me an unpleasant sensation.

The goat's milk I swallowed thankfully, and, glad of the daylight, lay somewhat more at my ease awaiting Dr.Sculco.
He arrived about half-past nine, and was agreeably surprised to find me no worse.

But the way in which his directions had been carried out did not altogether please him.

He called the landlady, and soundly rated her.

This scene was interesting, it had a fine flavour of the Middle Ages.