human
Capital--nothing can be better. This must be dissolved in eight table-spoonfuls of water; one spoonful every two hours.
gpt
Table-spoonful?
human
Table-spoonful.
gpt
For the diagnosis, sir!
human
For the dogs' noses, very possibly, quoth the Squire;
gpt
You are mistaken, sir, replied Dr. Morgan.
human
It is not the Captain who speaks here--it is his liver. Liver, sir, though a noble, is an imaginative organ, and indulges in the most extraordinary fictions. Seat of poetry, and love and jealousy--the liver. Never believe what it says. You have no idea what a liar it is! But--ahem--ahem. Cott--I think I've seen you before, sir. Surely your name's Hazeldean?
gpt
William Hazeldean, at your service, Doctor. But where have you seen me?
human
On the hustings at Lansmere. You were speaking on behalf of your distinguished brother, Mr. Egerton.
gpt
Hang it! cried the Squire:
human
I think it must have been my liver that spoke there! for I promised the electors that that half-brother of mine would stick by the land; and I never told a bigger lie in my life!
gpt
Doctor, another friend of mine, the Rev. Mr. Dale--and a gentleman who is acquainted with homoeopathy.
human
Dale? What, more old friends!