The doctor, to do him justice, for a second or two looked confoundedly
put out, and his eyes blazed fiercer as his face flushed.
'Three halfpence outside, and twopence here, Sir,' said he with an
awkward grin, throwing the money on the table; 'that's the way our
shepherd _deglubat oves_, Sir; she's brought it too soon, but no
matter.'
It was not one o'clock, in fact.
'They _will_ make mistakes, Sir; but you will not suffer their blunders
long, I warrant,' said Dangerfield, lightly. 'Pray, Sir, can we have a
room for a moment to ourselves?'
'We can, Sir, 'tis a liberal house; we can have any thing; liberty
itself, Sir--for an adequate sum,' replied Mr. Dillon.
Whatever the sum was, the room was had, and the surgeon, who had
palpably left his 'naggin' uneasily in company with the gentleman in the
hat, and him without a wig, eyed Dangerfield curiously, thinking that
possibly his grand-aunt Molly had left him the fifty guineas she was
rumoured to have sewed up in her stays.
'There's a great deal of diversion, Sir, in five hundred guineas, said
Mr. Dangerfield, and the spectacles dashed pleasantly upon the doctor.
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