'
'Not on my account, I hope?' said the doctor. 'You are very good. Thank
you. I'm quite ashamed. Ha, ha! if I had been a sharp practitioner,
Mr Montague, I shouldn't have mentioned it without a fee; for you may
depend upon it, my dear sir, that if you don't make a point of taking
lunch, you'll very soon come under my hands. Allow me to illustrate
this. In Mr Crimple's leg--'
The resident Director gave an involuntary start, for the doctor, in the
heat of his demonstration, caught it up and laid it across his own, as
if he were going to take it off, then and there.
'In Mr Crimple's leg, you'll observe,' pursued the doctor, turning back
his cuffs and spanning the limb with both hands, 'where Mr Crimple's
knee fits into the socket, here, there is--that is to say, between the
bone and the socket--a certain quantity of animal oil.'
'What do you pick MY leg out for?' said Mr Crimple, looking with
something of an anxious expression at his limb. 'It's the same with
other legs, ain't it?'
'Never you mind, my good sir,' returned the doctor, shaking his head,
'whether it is the same with other legs, or not the same.
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