"No, I don't, Moredock; but if you don't behave yourself, hang me if I come and doctor you any more. You may send over to King's Hampton for Dr Wellby, or die if you like: I won't try and save you." "No, no, no; don't talk like that, doctor--don't talk like that," whimpered the old man; "just now, too, when I'm so shook." "Then don't you talk about disinheriting your poor grandchild. Come, hold up, Moredock! I didn't mean it. There's nothing much the matter." "Ah! but there is, doctor. I saw my fetch last night." "No, you did not. You were not strong enough to go up to the church, and you fancied you saw something." "I see it." "Well, suppose you did. Some one had gone into the church to fetch a hymn-book, or put in a new cushion." "Nobody couldn't, but me and parson, and squire and you. I see it, and it was my fetch." "No, no, old fellow; you're mistaken. You were in the dark, and your head weak." "I see it, and it was my fetch, doctor." "Very well, then, Moredock, it was your fetch; but we won't let it fetch you for some years to come. What do you say to that?" "Ah! now you're talking sensible, doctor," cried the old man, brightening up. "Look here, doctor, you do what's right by me, and let me have the best o' stuff--good physic, you know--and there isn't anything I won't do for you. A skull, or a bone of any kind, or a whole set, or--" "There, that will do, Moredock. I'll do my duty by you, and I don't want any reward." "No, you don't. You're a good fellow, doctor; and you do understand my complaint, don't you?" "Yes, thoroughly. There, sit back in your chair, and keep quiet. Mr Salis is coming in to see you by-and-by." "Nay, nay, nay! I don't want he. It makes a man feel as if he's very bad when parson comes to see him." "Why, I'm sure he's a thoroughly good friend to you, old fellow." "Oh! yes, he's right enough; but as soon as ever he comes in this here room, he'll begin talking to me about what a sinner I've been." "Well, quite right, too." "Maybe, doctor, maybe," said the old man, bursting into a loud cachinnation; "but he don't know everything, doctor, do he? If he did, he'd lay it on thicker; and he wouldn't be quite so friendly with you." "Come, come, Moredock," said the doctor, laughing. "Suppose we leave professional secrets alone, eh?" "Ay, ay, doctor, we will. I don't forget what you've told me; but do go and tell parson I'm a deal better, and that he needn't come." "Why? A visit won't do you any harm." "Maybe not, doctor--p'r'aps not; but as soon as he comes he'll want to read me a chapter and then pray over me; and I'm that soaked with it all, after these many years, that I haven't room for no more." "But, Moredock--" "There, it's of no use for you to talk. Think I don't know! Why, I know more chapters and bits of the sarvice by heart than half-a-dozen parsons." "Ah, well! I'll send you a bottle of mixture as soon as I get home, so sit up and make yourself comfortable."