Mr. Winterblossom, who _toddled_ after the chaplain, his toe having given him an alert hint to quit the dining-table, though he saw every feature in the poor woman's face swoln with desire to procure information concerning the ways and customs of the place, passed on the other side of the way, regardless of her agony of curiosity. A moment after, she was relieved by the entrance of Dr. Quackleben, whose maxim being, that one patient was as well worth attention as another, and who knew by experience, that the _honoraria_ of a godly wife of the Bow-head were as apt to be forthcoming, (if not more so,) as my Lady Penelope's, he e'en sat himself quietly down by Mrs. Blower, and proceeded with the utmost kindness to enquire after her health, and to hope she had not forgotten taking a table-spoonful of spirits burnt to a _residuum_, in order to qualify the crudities. "Indeed, Doctor," said the honest woman, "I loot the brandy burn as lang as I dought look at the gude creature wasting itsell that gate--and then, when I was fain to put it out for very thrift, I did take a thimbleful of it, (although it is not the thing I am used to, Dr. Quackleben,) and I winna say but that it did me good." "Unquestionably, madam," said the Doctor, "I am no friend to the use of alcohol in general, but there are particular cases--there are particular cases, Mrs. Blower--My venerated instructor, one of the greatest men in our profession that ever lived, took a wine-glassful of old rum, mixed with sugar, every day after his dinner." "Ay? dear heart, he would be a comfortable doctor that," said Mrs. Blower. "He wad maybe ken something of my case. Is he leevin' think ye, sir?" "Dead for many years, madam," said Dr. Quackleben; "and there are but few of his pupils that can fill his place, I assure ye. If I could be thought an exception, it is only because I was a favourite. Ah! blessings on the old red cloak of him!--It covered more of the healing science than the gowns of a whole modern university." "There is ane, sir," said Mrs. Blower, "that has been muckle recommended about Edinburgh--Macgregor, I think they ca' him--folk come far and near to see him."[I-15] "I know whom you mean, ma'am--a clever man--no denying it--a clever man--but there are certain cases--yours, for example--and I think that of many that come to drink this water--which I cannot say I think he perfectly understands--hasty--very hasty and rapid. Now I--I give the disease its own way at first--then watch it, Mrs. Blower--watch the turn of the tide." "Ay, troth, that's true," responded the widow; "John Blower was aye watching turn of tide, puir man." "Then he is a starving doctor, Mrs. Blower--reduces diseases as soldiers do towns--by famine, not considering that the friendly inhabitants suffer as much as the hostile garrison--ahem!" Here he gave an important and emphatic cough, and then proceeded.