So Dangerfield's little dyspepsy had like to have cured one or other of the village leeches, for ever and a day, of the heart-ache and all other aches that flesh is heir to.

For Dangerfield commenced with Toole: and that physician, on the third day of his instalment, found that Sturk had stept in and taken his patient bodily out of his hands.
'I've seen one monkey force open the jaws of his brother, resolutely introduce his fingers, pluck from the sanctuary of his cheek the filbert he had just stowed there for his private nutrition and delight, and crunch and eat it with a stern ecstasy of selfishness, himself; and I fancy that the feelings of the quadrumanous victim, his jaws aching, his pouch outraged, and his bon-bouche in the miscreant's mouth, a little resembles those of the physician who has suffered so hideous a mortification as that of Toole.
Toole quite forgave Dangerfield.

That gentleman gave him to understand that _his_ ministrations were much more to his mind than those of his rival.

But--and this was conveyed in strict confidence--this change was put upon him by a--a--in fact a nobleman--Lord Castlemallard--with whom, just now, Dr.Sturk can do a great deal; 'and you know I can't quarrel with my lord.

It has pained me, I assure you, very much; and to say truth, whoever applied to him to interfere in the matter, was, in my mind, guilty of an impertinence, though, as you see, I can't resent it.' '_Whoever_ applied?
'tis pretty plain,' repeated Toole, with a vicious sneer.