made so free with the Catholic religion,
replied, with great bitterness, that he was a wretch with whom no
Christian ought to communicate; that the vengeance of Heaven would one
day overtake him, on account of his profanity; and that his heart was
shod with a metal much harder than iron, which nothing but hell fire
would be able to melt.

It was now broad day, and all the servants of the inn were afoot.
Peregrine, seeing it would be impossible to obtain any sort of
indemnification for the time he had lost, and the perturbation of
his spirits hindering him from enjoying repose, which was moreover
obstructed by the noise of Pallet and his attendants, put on his clothes
at once, and, in exceeding ill-humour, arrived at the spot where this
triumvirate stood debating about the means of overpowering the furious
painter, who still continued his song of oaths and execrations, and made
sundry efforts to break open the door. Chagrined as our hero was, he
could not help laughing when he heard how the patient had been treated;
and his indignation changing into compassion, he called to him through
the keyhole, desiring to know the reason of his distracted behaviour.
Pallet no sooner recognized his voice than, lowering his own to a
whimpering tone, "My dear friend!" said he, "I have at last detected the
ruffians who have persecuted me so much. I caught them in the fact of
suffocating me with cold water; and by the Lord, I will be revenged, or
may I never live to finish my Cleopatra. For the love of God! open the
door, and I will make that conceited pagan, that pretender to
taste, that false devotee of the ancients, who poisons people with
sillykicabies and devil's dung--I say, I will make him a monument of my
wrath, and an example to all the cheats and impostors of the faculty;
and as for that thick-headed insolent pedant, his confederate, who
emptied my own jordan upon me while I slept, he had better have been in
his beloved Paris, botching schemes for his friend the Pretender, than
incur the effects of my resentment. Gadsbodikins! I won't leave him a
windpipe for the hangman to stop, at the end of another rebellion."

Pickle told him his conduct had been so extravagant as to confirm the
whole company in the belief that he was actually deprived of his senses:
on which supposition, Mr. Jolter and the doctor had acted the part
of friends, in doing that which they thought most conducive to his
recovery: so that their concern merited h