And that oughtn't to have disagreed with a baby, you know, sir." "Oughtn't it ?" cried the dentist disdainfully.

"That's a little bit of vulgar ignorance, Mrs.Woolper.I suppose it was stuff that had been taken up to Mr.Halliday." "Yes, Mr.Philip; you took it up with your own hands." "Ah, to be sure; so I did.

Very well, then, Mrs.Woolper, if you knew as much about atmospheric influences as I do, you'd know that food which has been standing for hours in the pestilential air of a fever-patient's room isn't fit for anybody to eat.

The stuff made you sick, I suppose." "Yes, sir; sick to my very heart," answered the Yorkshirewoman, with a strange mournfulness in her voice.
"Let that be a warning to you, then.

Don't take anything more that comes down from the sick-room." "I don't think there'll be any chance of my doing that long, sir." "What do you mean ?" "I don't fancy Mr.Halliday is long for this world." "Ah, you women are always ravens." "Unless the strange doctor can do something to cure him.