'Not at all,' cried the doctor; 'not at all. Quite a popular mistake! My
good sir, you're altogether deceived.'
'I feel it there, when it's out of order; that's all I know,' said
Crimple.
'You think you do,' replied the doctor; 'but science knows better. There
was a patient of mine once,' touching one of the many mourning rings
upon his fingers, and slightly bowing his head, 'a gentleman who did
me the honour to make a very handsome mention of me in his will--"in
testimony," as he was pleased to say, "of the unremitting zeal, talent,
and attention of my friend and medical attendant, John Jobling, Esquire,
M.R.C.S.,"--who was so overcome by the idea of having all his life
laboured under an erroneous view of the locality of this important
organ, that when I assured him on my professional reputation, he was
mistaken, he burst into tears, put out his hand, and said, "Jobling,
God bless you!" Immediately afterwards he became speechless, and was
ultimately buried at Brixton.'
'By your leave there!' cried Bullamy, without. 'By your leave!
Refreshment for the Board-room!'
'Ha!' said the doctor, jocularly, as he rubbed his hands, and drew his
chair nearer to the table.
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