Just as the corporal was humming, to begin⁠—in waddled Dr. Slop.⁠—’Tis not twopence matter⁠—the corporal shall go on in the next chapter, let who will come in.⁠⸺⁠

Well, my good doctor, cried my father sportively, for the transitions of his passions were unaccountably sudden,⁠—and what has this whelp of mine to say to the matter?

Had my father been asking after the amputation of the tail of a puppy-dog⁠—he could not have done it in a more careless air: the system which Dr. Slop had laid down, to treat the accident by, no way allowed of such a mode of enquiry.⁠—He sat down.

Pray, Sir, quoth my uncle Toby, in a manner which could not go unanswered,⁠—in what condition is the boy?⁠—’Twill end in a phimosis, replied Dr. Slop.

I am no wiser than I was, quoth my uncle Toby⁠—returning his pipe into his mouth.⁠⸺⁠Then let the corporal go on, said my father, with his medical lecture.⁠—The corporal made a bow to his old friend, Dr. Slop, and then delivered his opinion concerning radical heat and radical moisture, in the following words.