That is,' said the
doctor, filling his glass, 'caution in behalf of other people. Whether I
would repose confidence in this company myself, if I had not been paying
money elsewhere for many years--that's quite another question.'
He tried to look as if there were no doubt about it; but feeling that he
did it but indifferently, changed the theme and praised the wine.
'Talking of wine,' said the doctor, 'reminds me of one of the finest
glasses of light old port I ever drank in my life; and that was at a
funeral. You have not seen anything of--of THAT party, Mr Montague, have
you?' handing him a card.
'He is not buried, I hope?' said Tigg, as he took it. 'The honour of his
company is not requested if he is.'
'Ha, ha!' laughed the doctor. 'No; not quite. He was honourably
connected with that very occasion though.'
'Oh!' said Tigg, smoothing his moustache, as he cast his eyes upon the
name. 'I recollect. No. He has not been here.'
The words were on his lips, when Bullamy entered, and presented a card
to the Medical Officer.
'Talk of the what's his name--' observed the doctor rising.
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