IN WHICH MR.

MOORE THE BARBER ARRIVES, AND THE MEDICAL GENTLEMEN LOCK THE DOOR.
The ladies were not much the wiser, though, I confess, they were not far removed from the door.

The great men inside talked indistinctly and technically, and once Doctor Dillon was so unfeeling as to crack a joke--they could not distinctly hear what--and hee-haw brutally over it.
And poor little Mrs.Sturk was taken with a great palpitation, and looked as white as a ghost, and was, indeed, so obviously at the point of swooning that her women would have removed her to the nursery, and placed her on the bed, but that such a procedure would have obliged them to leave the door of their sick master's room, just then a point of too lively interest to be deserted.

So they consoled their mistress, and supported her with such strong moral cordials as compassionate persons in their rank and circumstances are prompt to administer.
'Oh! Ma'am, jewel, don't be takin' it to heart that way--though, dear knows, 'tis no way surprisin' you would; for may I never sin if ever I seen such a murtherin' steel gimblet as the red-faced docthor--I mane the Dublin man--has out on the table beside the poor masther--'tid frighten the hangman to look at it--an' six towels, too! Why, Ma'am dear, if 'twas what they wor goin' to slaughter a bullock they wouldn't ax more nor that.' 'Oh! don't.

Oh! Katty, Katty--don't, oh don't' 'An' why wouldn't I, my darlin' misthress, tell you what's doin', the way you would not be dhruv out o' your senses intirely if you had no notion, Ma'am dear, iv what they're goin' to do to him ?' At this moment the door opened, and Doctor Dillon's carbuncled visage and glowing eyes appeared.
'Is there a steady woman there--not a child, you know, Ma'am?
A--_you'll_ do (to Katty).