Part 44 (2/2)

_Cad._ (_coughing._) My cough is so bad. (_Takes the pill._) Oh, my poor head! Now I'll lie down again.

_Jel._ Not yet, my dear Mr Cadaverous. You must take your draught;--it's to make you well, you know.

_Cad._ What! another draught? I'm sure I must have twenty draughts in my inside, besides two boxes of pills!

_Jel._ Come, now--it will be down in a minute.

[_Cadaverous takes the wine-gla.s.s in his hand, and looks at it with abhorrence._

_Jel._ Come, now.

[_Cadaverous swallows the draught, and feels very sick, puts his handkerchief to his mouth, and, after a time, sinks back in the chair quite exhausted, and shuts his eyes._

_Jel._ (_Aside._) I wish the doctor would come. It's high time that he made his will.

_Cad._ (_drawing up his leg._) Oh! oh! oh!

_Jel._ What's the matter, my dear Mr Cadaverous?

_Cad._ Oh! such pain!--oh! rub it, Mrs Jellybags.

_Jel._ What, here, my dear sir? (_Rubs his knee._)

_Cad._ No, no!--not there!--Oh, my hip!

_Jel._ What, here? (_Rubs his hip._)

_Cad._ No, no!--higher--higher! Oh, my side!

_Jel._ What, here? (_Rubs his side._)

_Cad._ No!--lower!

_Jel._ Here? (_Rubbing._)

_Cad._ No!--higher!--Oh, my chest!--my stomach! Oh dear!--oh dear!

_Jel._ Are you better now, my dear sir?

_Cad._ Oh dear! oh! I do believe that I shall die! I've been a very wicked man, I'm afraid.

_Jel._ Don't say so, Mr Cadaverous. Every one but your nephews and nieces say that you are the best man in the world.

_Cad._ Do they? I was afraid that I had not been quite so good as they think I am.

_Jel._ I'd like to hear any one say to the contrary. I'd tear their eyes out,--that I would.

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