'
'But I do mind,' said David.
'I take a particular case, Mr Montague,' returned the doctor, 'as
illustrating my remark, you observe. In this portion of Mr Crimple's
leg, sir, there is a certain amount of animal oil. In every one of Mr
Crimple's joints, sir, there is more or less of the same deposit. Very
good. If Mr Crimple neglects his meals, or fails to take his proper
quantity of rest, that oil wanes, and becomes exhausted. What is the
consequence? Mr Crimple's bones sink down into their sockets, sir, and
Mr Crimple becomes a weazen, puny, stunted, miserable man!'
The doctor let Mr Crimple's leg fall suddenly, as if he were already in
that agreeable condition; turned down his wristbands again, and looked
triumphantly at the chairman.
'We know a few secrets of nature in our profession, sir,' said the
doctor. 'Of course we do. We study for that; we pass the Hall and the
College for that; and we take our station in society BY that. It's
extraordinary how little is known on these subjects generally. Where
do you suppose, now'--the doctor closed one eye, as he leaned back
smilingly in his chair, and formed a triangle with his hands, of which
his two thumbs composed the base--'where do you suppose Mr Crimple's
stomach is?'
Mr Crimple, more agitated than before, clapped his hand immediately
below his waistcoat.
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