"Well, yes, sir," Matt would say, "I have some faint recollection of saying something about medicine and attendance; but do you know, sir, I begin to think that one's memory is in one's blood? and they took so much out of me that last time, that I can't remember anything at all. `Medicine and attendance,' did I say? Why, it must have been the medicine and attendance here, and those old cats of nurses. My thinking apparatus is terribly out of order, sir; and when I try to look back at anything, it's like peeping at it through a dirty window. P'r'aps it won't come bright and clean again, eh?" "Don't try to think," said Septimus with a sigh. "You will recollect some day; so let it rest." "Well, sir, that's just what I should like to do; but since you've asked me, I can't; for things won't go just as I like, and I feel all in a muddle. Let's see, now: you said something about this at your last visit, didn't you, sir? when I asked you about that talking woman and the office for servants; for I do recollect that, you know." "Yes," replied Septimus, "at every visit." "Just so," said Matt; "I thought you did; but I can't tell a bit about it now. Sometimes it seems that I heard it; sometimes that I read it, or saw it against a wall, or dancing before my eyes; but let's see," he said vacantly, as he held his hand to his head, "what was it we wanted to find?" "The doctor's books, or the doctor," said Septimus. "To be sure," said the old man; "I haven't got it right yet; and really you know, sir, this isn't a first-class place to get right in, and they won't part with me yet, though I do long now to be well, and at liberty for a peep at the old law-courts and Lincoln's-inn once more. I mean to have a holiday, and spend it among all the posts in the old square as soon as I'm out; I'm getting so light-hearted and jolly, sir. Why, it will be quite a treat to be somewhere amongst a bit or two of dirt once more; we're so clean here." "Only a little longer, Matt," said Septimus smiling. "You see," said Matt, "there's so much to upset one about. What with the screen round this bed, and the screen round that bed, and the groans and sighs, ah, and even shouts sometimes, there's plenty to make a poor fellow feel low-spirited. Now there's a chap over there in that bed seems to have taken it into his head that he suffers more than anyone who ever came into the place, and howls and goes on terribly; while the bigger and stronger people are, sir, the more weak they seem to me to be in bearing pain. I believe, after all, you know, sir, that the little weak women beat us hollow." "Ah!" said the patient spoken of, surmising from Matt's gestures that he was being referred to--"ah! Mr Space, you are talking about me, sir, and my groans, and it's very hard and unfeeling, sir. You may suffer yourself some day." The visitor felt uncomfortable; but old Matt took it up directly.