"That's the way!--capital! isn't it ?" I shuddered and looked up at him reproachfully, for the stuff he had given me to drink tasted like a mixture of soap and smelling-salts; and I said so.
"Good description of the volatile alkali, my lad," he said, laughing.
"There!--you'll soon be all right.

I've strapped up your wound." "My wound, sir!" I said, wonderingly.
"To be sure; didn't you know that you had a cut upon your forehead ?" I shook my head, but stopped, for it made the room seem to turn round.
"You need not mind," he continued, taking my hand.

"It isn't so deep as a well nor so wide as a church-door, as somebody once said.

You don't know who it was ?" "Shakespeare, sir," I said, rather drowsily.
"Bravo, young market-gardener!" he cried, laughing.

"Oh! you're not very bad.