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"
I
can
’
t
oblige
you
there
,
Wrench
,
"
said
Mr
.
Hawley
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
trouser
-
pockets
.
"
My
dear
fellow
,
"
said
Mr
.
Toller
,
striking
in
pacifically
!
and
looking
at
Mr
.
Wrench
,
"
the
physicians
have
their
toes
trodden
on
more
than
we
have
.
If
you
come
to
dignity
it
is
a
question
for
Minchin
and
Sprague
.
"
"
Does
medical
jurisprudence
provide
nothing
against
these
infringements
?
"
said
Mr
.
Hackbutt
,
with
a
disinterested
desire
to
offer
his
lights
.
"
How
does
the
law
stand
,
eh
,
Hawley
?
"
"
Nothing
to
be
done
there
,
"
said
Mr
.
Hawley
.
"
I
looked
into
it
for
Sprague
.
You
’
d
only
break
your
nose
against
a
damned
judge
’
s
decision
.
"
"
Pooh
!
no
need
of
law
,
"
said
Mr
.
Toller
.
"
So
far
as
practice
is
concerned
the
attempt
is
an
absurdity
.
No
patient
will
like
it
—
certainly
not
Peacock
’
s
,
who
have
been
used
to
depletion
.
Pass
the
wine
.
"
Mr
.
Toller
’
s
prediction
was
partly
verified
.
If
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Mawmsey
,
who
had
no
idea
of
employing
Lydgate
,
were
made
uneasy
by
his
supposed
declaration
against
drugs
,
it
was
inevitable
that
those
who
called
him
in
should
watch
a
little
anxiously
to
see
whether
he
did
"
use
all
the
means
he
might
use
"
in
the
case
.
Even
good
Mr
.
Powderell
,
who
in
his
constant
charity
of
interpretation
was
inclined
to
esteem
Lydgate
the
more
for
what
seemed
a
conscientious
pursuit
of
a
better
plan
,
had
his
mind
disturbed
with
doubts
during
his
wife
’
s
attack
of
erysipelas
,
and
could
not
abstain
from
mentioning
to
Lydgate
that
Mr
.
Peacock
on
a
similar
occasion
had
administered
a
series
of
boluses
which
were
not
otherwise
definable
than
by
their
remarkable
effect
in
bringing
Mrs
.
Powderell
round
before
Michaelmas
from
an
illness
which
had
begun
in
a
remarkably
hot
August
.
At
last
,
indeed
,
in
the
conflict
between
his
desire
not
to
hurt
Lydgate
and
his
anxiety
that
no
"
means
"
should
be
lacking
,
he
induced
his
wife
privately
to
take
Widgeon
’
s
Purifying
Bills
,
an
esteemed
Middlemarch
medicine
,
which
arrested
every
disease
at
the
fountain
by
setting
to
work
at
once
upon
the
blood
.
This
co
-
operative
measure
was
not
to
be
mentioned
to
Lydgate
,
and
Mr
.
Powderell
himself
had
no
certain
reliance
on
it
,
only
hoping
that
it
might
be
attended
with
a
blessing
.
But
in
this
doubtful
stage
of
Lydgate
’
s
introduction
he
was
helped
by
what
we
mortals
rashly
call
good
fortune
.
I
suppose
no
doctor
ever
came
newly
to
a
place
without
making
cures
that
surprised
somebody
—
cures
which
may
be
called
fortune
’
s
testimonials
,
and
deserve
as
much
credit
as
the
ten
or
printed
kind
.
Various
patients
got
well
while
Lydgate
was
attending
them
,
some
even
of
dangerous
illnesses
;
and
it
was
remarked
that
the
new
doctor
with
his
new
ways
had
at
least
the
merit
of
bringing
people
back
from
the
brink
of
death
.
The
trash
talked
on
such
occasions
was
the
more
vexatious
to
Lydgate
,
because
it
gave
precisely
the
sort
of
prestige
which
an
incompetent
and
unscrupulous
man
would
desire
,
and
was
sure
to
be
imputed
to
him
by
the
simmering
dislike
of
the
other
medical
men
as
an
encouragement
on
his
own
part
of
ignorant
puffing
.
But
even
his
proud
outspokenness
was
checked
by
the
discernment
that
it
was
as
useless
to
fight
against
the
interpretations
of
ignorance
as
to
whip
the
fog
;
and
"
good
fortune
"
insisted
on
using
those
interpretations
.
Mrs
.
Larcher
having
just
become
charitably
concerned
about
alarming
symptoms
in
her
charwoman
,
when
Dr
.
Minchin
called
,
asked
him
to
see
her
then
and
there
,
and
to
give
her
a
certificate
for
the
Infirmary
;
whereupon
after
examination
he
wrote
a
statement
of
the
case
as
one
of
tumor
,
and
recommended
the
bearer
Nancy
Nash
as
an
out
-
patient
.
Nancy
,
calling
at
home
on
her
way
to
the
Infirmary
,
allowed
the
stay
maker
and
his
wife
,
in
whose
attic
she
lodged
,
to
read
Dr
.
Minchin
’
s
paper
,
and
by
this
means
became
a
subject
of
compassionate
conversation
in
the
neighboring
shops
of
Churchyard
Lane
as
being
afflicted
with
a
tumor
at
first
declared
to
be
as
large
and
hard
as
a
duck
’
s
egg
,
but
later
in
the
day
to
be
about
the
size
of
"
your
fist
.
"
Most
hearers
agreed
that
it
would
have
to
be
cut
out
,
but
one
had
known
of
oil
and
another
of
"
squitchineal
"
as
adequate
to
soften
and
reduce
any
lump
in
the
body
when
taken
enough
of
into
the
inside
—
the
oil
by
gradually
"
soopling
,
"
the
squitchineal
by
eating
away
.
