I can conscientiously
report you a healthy subject. If I understand any man's constitution, it
is yours; and this little indisposition has done him more good,
ma'am,' says the doctor, turning to the patient's wife, 'than if he had
swallowed the contents of half the nonsensical bottles in my surgery.
For they ARE nonsense--to tell the honest truth, one half of them are
nonsense--compared with such a constitution as his!' ('Jobling is the
most friendly creature I ever met with in my life,' thinks the patient;
'and upon my word and honour, I'll consider of it!')
'Commission to you, doctor, on four new policies, and a loan this
morning, eh?' said Crimple, looking, when they had finished lunch, over
some papers brought in by the porter. 'Well done!'
'Jobling, my dear friend,' said Tigg, 'long life to you.'
'No, no. Nonsense. Upon my word I've no right to draw the commission,'
said the doctor, 'I haven't really. It's picking your pocket. I don't
recommend anybody here. I only say what I know. My patients ask me what
I know, and I tell 'em what I know. Nothing else. Caution is my weak
side, that's the truth; and always was from a boy.
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