Just as the corporal was humming, to begin--in waddled Dr. _Slop_. --'Tis not two-pence matter--the corporal shall go on in the next chapter, let who will come in.----
Well, my good doctor, cried my father sportively, for the transitions of his passions were unaccountably sudden, --and what has this whelp of mine to say to the matter?
Had my father been asking after the amputation of the tail of a puppy-dog--he could not have done it in a more careless air: the system which Dr. _Slop_ had laid down, to treat the accident by, no way allowed of such a mode of enquiry. --He sat down.
Pray, Sir, quoth my uncle _Toby_, in a manner which could not go unanswered, --in what condition is the boy? --'Twill end in a _phimosis_, replied Dr. _Slop_.
I am no wiser than I was, quoth my uncle _Toby_--returning his pipe into his mouth. ----Then let the corporal go on, said my father, with his medical lecture. --The corporal made a bow to his old friend, Dr. _Slop_, and then delivered his opinion concerning radical heat and radical moisture, in the following words.
Just as the corporal was beginning - in waddled Dr. Slop. 'Tis no matter - the corporal shall go on in the next chapter.
'Well, my good doctor,' cried my father sportively, for his changes of mood were unaccountably sudden; 'and how is this whelp of mine faring?'
Had my father been asking about the amputation of a puppy-dog's tail, he could not have done it more carelessly. Dr. Slop did not care for this mode of enquiry.- He sat down.
'Pray, Sir,' quoth my uncle Toby more earnestly, 'in what condition is the boy?'
''Twill end in a phimosis,' replied Dr. Slop.
'I am no wiser than I was,' quoth my uncle Toby.
'Then let the corporal go on,' said my father, 'with his medical lecture.'
The corporal made a bow to Dr. Slop, and then continued: