"What! another operation?" said old Matt with a groan.
"To be sure," said the house-surgeon cheerily; "why not?"
"But I'm so much better," said Matt; "and I've no end of work to get
through."
"I daresay, my man," said the surgeon sadly, "and so we all have; and I
fear that when the day comes upon which we are called away, we shall
have as much to do as ever."
"But I'm so much better now; all but my head, sir, and I can't quite
think as I used to. Things bother me, and when I want to remember one
particular matter, I get confused."
"We shall put you all right this time, my man, and then start you off to
make room for someone else. We don't want a parcel of great lazy
fellows here, fattening on our wine and jelly."