"Then, if the worst come to the worst and you cannot accompany us, we must rely on the good offices of the enemy.

They have no qualified surgeon, I believe: but the second lieutenant, young Couch of Polperro, is almost out of his articles and ready to proceed to Guy's.

A clever fellow, too, they tell me." "You understand that if I fail you, it will be through no want of zeal ?" "My friend"-- the Major turned on him with a smile at once magnanimous and tender--"I believe you ask nothing better than to accompany me." "To the death!" said the Doctor, in a low voice and fervently.
Then, after a pause full of emotion, "Your dispositions are all taken ?" "All, I believe.

Chinn has drawn up a new will for me, which I have signed, and it lies at this moment in my deed-box.

I took the liberty to appoint you an executor." "You would not ask me to survive you!" (O Friendship! O exemplars of a sterner age! O Rome! O Cato!) "Not to mention," went on the Doctor, "that I must be by five or six years your senior, and in the ordinary course of events--" Major Hymen dismissed the ordinary course of events with a wave of the hand.
"I ask it as a personal favour." "It is an honour then, and I accede." "For the rest, I am keeping that fellow Smellie on the _qui vive_.
For three days past he has been promenading the cliffs with his spy-glass.