“Well, sir,” replied Mr. Chillip, “a medical man, being so much in families, ought to have neither eyes nor ears for anything but his profession. Still, I must say, they are very severe, sir: both as to this life and the next.”
“The next will be regulated without much reference to them, I dare say,” I returned: “what are they doing as to this?”
Mr. Chillip shook his head, stirred his negus, and sipped it.
“She was a charming woman, sir!” he observed in a plaintive manner.
“The present Mrs. Murdstone?”
“A charming woman indeed, sir,” said Mr. Chillip; “as amiable, I am sure, as it was possible to be! Mrs. Chillip’s opinion is, that her spirit has been entirely broken since her marriage, and that she is all but melancholy mad. And the ladies,” observed Mr. Chillip, timorously, “are great observers, sir.”