Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"In my house! The doctor in _my_ house!" exclaimed Mr. Thomson, in the
utmost amazement.
"Mr. Thomson's house! Me in Mr. Thomson's house!" said the doctor, with
a look of blank dismay; for a tolerably distinct view of the truth had
now begun to present itself to his mind's eye. It was, therefore, rather
in the desperate hope of there being yet some chance in his favour, than
from any conviction that the testimony against him was founded in error,
that he added--
"My _own_ house, you scoundrels; you found me in my _own_ house!"
Here the whole mob of policemen simultaneously, and as if with one
voice, shouted--"It's a lie, it's a lie. We found him in Mr. Thomson's."
"How do you explain this, doctor?" said Mr. Thomson mildly, although
beginning--he couldn't help it--to think rather queerly of the doctor.
"Why, why," replied the crest-fallen and perplexed doctor, "if I really
have been in your house, Mr. Thomson, although I can't believe it, I
must, I must--in fact, I must have mistaken it for my own. To tell a
truth, I came home rather cut last night; and it is possible, quite
possible, although I can hardly think probable, that I may have taken
your house for my own. That's the fact," added the doctor, with
something like an appeal to the lenity of the person whose rights he had
so unwittingly usurped, and whose corporeal substance he had so
seriously maltreated.
"And was it you that knocked me down, doctor?" said Mr. Thomson. "Too
bad that, to knock me down in my own house."
"Why, my dear sir, I trust I did not. I hope I did not. But really I
don't know; perhaps I--you see, I thought thieves were coming in, and
I--"
Here a burst of laughter from the presiding officer, which was instantly
taken up by every one in the apartment, and in which Thomson himself
couldn't help joining, interrupted the doctor's further explanations.
"Well, doctor," said the latter, who was a good-natured sort of person,
and who, like every one else, had a kind of esteem for the little
medical gentleman, "I must say that when you broke my head, you were
only in the way of your trade; but I think the least thing you can do is
to mend it for nothing."
"Most gladly, my dear sir," replied the doctor; "for I did the
damage,--at least I fear it, however unknowingly,--and am bound to
repair it."
"Done; let it be a bargain," said Thomson. "But, doctor, be so good as
to give me previous notice when you again desire to take possession of
my house. At any rate, don't knock me down when I come to seek a share
of it."
The doctor promised to observe the conditions; and shortly after, the
two left the office, arm in arm, in the most friendly way imaginable.
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