JUST as the corporal was humming, to begin—in waddled Dr. _Slop._—’Tis
not two-pence matter—the corporal shall go on in the next chapter, let
who will come in.——
Well, my good doctor, cried my father sportively, for the transitions
of his passions were unaccountably sudden,—and what has this whelp of
mine to say to the matter?
Had my father been asking after the amputation of the tail of a
puppy-dog—he could not have done it in a more careless air: the system
which Dr. _Slop_ had laid down, to treat the accident by, no way
allowed of such a mode of enquiry.—He sat down.
Pray, Sir, quoth my uncle _Toby_, in a manner which could not go
unanswered,—in what condition is the boy?—’Twill end in a _phimosis_,
replied Dr. _Slop._
I am no wiser than I was, quoth my uncle _Toby_—returning his pipe into
his mouth.——Then let the corporal go on, said my father, with his
medical lecture.—The corporal made a bow to his old friend, Dr. _Slop_,
and then delivered his opinion concerning radical heat and radical
moisture, in the following words.