O, pray bring a clever man who will be able to cure that poor helpless creature upstairs.

Think, Mr.Philip, how you and him used to be friends and playfellows,--brothers almost,--when you was both bits of boys.

Think how bad it might seem to evil-minded folks if he died under your roof." The dentist had been standing near the door drinking his tea during this conversation; and now for the first time he looked at his housekeeper with an expression of unmitigated astonishment.
"What, in the name of all that's ridiculous, do you mean, Nancy ?" he asked impatiently.

"What has my roof to do with Tom Halliday's illness--or his death, if it came to that?
And what on earth can people have to say about it if he should die here instead of anywhere else ?" "Why, you see, sir, you being his friend, and Miss Georgy's sweetheart that was, and him having no other doctor, folks might take it into their heads he wasn't attended properly." "Because I'm his friend?
That's very good logic! I'll tell you what it is, Mrs.Woolper; if any woman upon earth, except the woman who nursed me when I was a baby, had presumed to talk to me as you have been talking to me just this minute, I should open the door yonder and tell her to walk out of my house.

Let that serve as a hint for you, Nancy; and don't you go out of your way a second time to advise me how I should treat my friend and my patient." He handed her the empty cup, and walked out of the house.