y soon come under my hands. Allow me to illustrate
this. In Mr Crimple's leg--'

The resident Director gave an involuntary start, for the doctor, in the
heat of his demonstration, caught it up and laid it across his own, as
if he were going to take it off, then and there.

'In Mr Crimple's leg, you'll observe,' pursued the doctor, turning back
his cuffs and spanning the limb with both hands, 'where Mr Crimple's
knee fits into the socket, here, there is--that is to say, between the
bone and the socket--a certain quantity of animal oil.'

'What do you pick MY leg out for?' said Mr Crimple, looking with
something of an anxious expression at his limb. 'It's the same with
other legs, ain't it?'

'Never you mind, my good sir,' returned the doctor, shaking his head,
'whether it is the same with other legs, or not the same.'

'But I do mind,' said David.

'I take a particular case, Mr Montague,' returned the doctor, 'as
illustrating my remark, you observe. In this portion of Mr Crimple's
leg, sir, there is a certain amount of animal oil. In every one of Mr
Crimple's joints, sir, there is more or less of the same deposit. Very
good. If Mr Crimple neglects his meals, or fails to take his proper
quantity of rest, that oil wanes, and becomes exhausted. What is the
consequence? Mr Crimple's bones sink down into their sockets, sir, and
Mr Crimple becomes a weazen, puny, stunted, miserable man!'

The doctor let Mr Crimple's leg fall suddenly, as if he were already in
that agreeable condition; turned down his wristbands again, and looked
triumphantly at the chairman.

'We know a few secrets of nature in our profession, sir,' said the
doctor. 'Of course we do. We study for that; we pass the Hall and the
College for that; and we take our station in society BY that. It's
extraordinary how little is known on these subjects generally. Where
do you suppose, now'--the doctor closed one eye, as he leaned back
smilingly in his chair, and formed a triangle with his hands, of which
his two thumbs composed the base--'where do you suppose Mr Crimple's
stomach is?'

Mr Crimple, more agitated than before, clapped his hand immediately
below his waistcoat.

'Not at all,' cried the doctor; 'not at all. Quite a popular mistake! My
good sir, you're altogether deceived.'

'I feel it there, when it's out of order; that's all I know,' said
Crimple.

'You think you do,' replied the doctor; 'but science knows better. There
was a patient of mine