"Murphy, don't interrupt," said Growling, who, with a very grave face, recommenced: "Gentlemen, from the cause already stated, I see Mr. M'Garry is not prepared to answer the out-pouring of feeling with which you have greeted him, and if I might be permitted----" Every one shouted, "Certainly--certainly!" "Then as I am permitted, I _will_ venture to respond _for_ Mr. M'Garry, and address you, as he _would_ address you. In the words of Mr. M'Garry, I would say--Gentlemen--unaccustomed as I am"--Some smothered laughter followed this beginning; upon which the doctor, with a mock gravity, proceeded-- "Gentlemen, this interruption I consider to be an infringement on the liberty of the subject. I recommence, therefore, in the words of my honourable and wounded friend, and our honourable and wounded feelings, and say, as my friend would say, or, to speak classically, M'Garry _loquitur_"-- The apothecary bowed his head to the bit of Latin, and the doctor continued-- "Gentlemen--unaccustomed to public thrashing, you can conceive what my feelings are at the present moment, in mind and body. [_Bravo_!] You behold an outrage [_much confusion_]! Shall an exaggerated savagery like this escape punishment, and 'the calm, sequestered vale' (as the poet calls it) of private life be ravaged with impunity? [_Bravo, bravo!_] Are the learned professions to be trampled under foot by barbarian ignorance and brutality? No; I read in the indignant looks of my auditory their high-souled answers. Gentlemen, your sympathy is better than diachylon to my wounds, and this is the proudest day of my life." Thunders of applause followed the doctor's address, and every one shook M'Garry's hand, till his bruised bones ached again. Questions poured upon him from all sides as to the nature and quantity of his drubbing, to all of which M'Garry innocently answered in terms of exaggeration, spiced with scientific phrases. Muscles, tendons, bones, and sinews, were particularised with the precision of an anatomical demonstration; he swore he was pulverised, and paralysed, and all the other lies he could think of. "A large stick you say?" said Murphy. "Sir! I never saw such a stick--'t was like a weaver's beam!" "I'll make a note of that," said Murphy. "A weaver's beam--'t will tell well with a jury." "And beat you all over?" said Durfy. "From shoulder to flank, sir, I am one mass of welts and weals; the abrasures are extensive, the bruises terrific, particularly in the lumbar region." "What's that," asked Jack Horan. "The lumbar region is what is commonly called the loins, sir." "Not always," said the doctor. "It varies in different subjects: I have known some people whose _lumber_ region lay in the head."