The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 250: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXII THE SICK - BED RETURN we now to the mansion of the Marquis of Leveson in Albemarle Street. The nobleman himself was awaiting with a considerable degree of anxiety the result of a consulta- tion which those learned and excellent gentlemen, Doctor Thurston and Doctor Copperas, were holding together in the Crimson Drawing-room. The object of this consultation was the very dangerous aspect which the illness of Lady Ernestina Dysart had assumed, and the marquis, who had always been attached to his niece, entertained the utmost apprehension on her account. Moreover, as she had been assailed by frequent fits of delirium, at which times she had said in her ravings many things that must have sounded extremely strange to the ears of the two physicians when in attendance upon her, the marquis was not a little afraid that they might fancy those things to have a somewhat more substantial foundation than the mere fevered imagination of her ladyship, and thus did he await with a painful anxiety and suspense the result of the consultation they were now holding. But let us peep into the Crimson Drawing-room and behold the manner in which the two physicians conducted this important deliberation. Refreshments had been placed upon the table, and while Doctor Copperas was profoundly engaged in the anatomy of a cold fowl, Doctor Thurston was as scientifically occupied with experiments upon the contents of a pigeon-pie. The marquis’s brown sherry likewise appeared to come in for its share of attention, and while thus comfortably occupied, the two physicians discoursed in the following manner. ; “ Well, my dear Thurston,” observed Doctor Copperas, 228 Comiclooolks (C(O)