"My dear Jarndyce," said Mr. Skimpole, "you know what I am: I am a child. Be cross to me if I deserve it. But I have a constitutional objection to this sort of thing. I always had, when I was a medical man. He's not safe, you know. There's a very bad sort of fever about him."

"My dear Jarndyce," said Mr. Skimpole, "you know I am a child. But he's not safe, you know. There's a very bad fever about him."
