[Works Illustrated library edition] . g, you know—that, and leaving the business to take care ofitself, as it seems to have made up its mind not to take care ofme. With this explanation of the phenomenon of the shutters,Mr. Bob Sawyer pointed to the shop, and relapsed into an ecstasyof mirth. Bless me, you are surely not mad enough to think of leav-ing your patients without anybody to attend them! remon-strated Mr. Pickwick in a very serious tone. Why not ? asked Bob, in reply. I shall save by it, youknow. None of them ever pay. Besides, said Bob, loweringhis voice to a confidential whisper, t
[Works Illustrated library edition] . g, you know—that, and leaving the business to take care ofitself, as it seems to have made up its mind not to take care ofme. With this explanation of the phenomenon of the shutters,Mr. Bob Sawyer pointed to the shop, and relapsed into an ecstasyof mirth. Bless me, you are surely not mad enough to think of leav-ing your patients without anybody to attend them! remon-strated Mr. Pickwick in a very serious tone. Why not ? asked Bob, in reply. I shall save by it, youknow. None of them ever pay. Besides, said Bob, loweringhis voice to a confidential whisper, they will be all the betterxbr it; for, being nearly out of drugs, and not able to increasemy account just now, I should have been obliged to give themcalomel all round, and it would have been certain to have dis-agreed with some of them—so its all for the best. There was a philosophy, and a strength of reasoning, aboutthis reply, which Mr. Pickwick was not prepared for. He pauseda few moments, and added, less firmly than before :. THE PICKWICK CLUB. 369 But this chaise, my young friend—this chaise will onlyhold two ; and I am pledged to Mr. Allen. Dont think of me for a minute, replied Bob. Ivearranged it all; Sam and I will share the dickey between here. This little bill is to be wafered on the shop-door : Sawyer, late Nockemorf. Enquire of Mrs. Cripps over theway. Mrs. Cripps is my boys mother. Mr. Sawyers verysorry, says Mrs. Cripps, couldnt help it—fetched away earlythis morning to a consultation of the very first surgeons inthe country—couldnt do without him—would have him atany price—tremendous operation. The fact is, said Bob inconclusion, itll do me more good than otherwise, I it gets into one of the local papers, it will be the making ofme. Heres Ben—now then, jump in ! With these hurried words, Mr. Bob Sawyer pushed thepostboy on one side, jerked his friend into the vehicle, slammedthe door, put up the steps, wafered the bill on the s
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