He is an old chum of mine, and feels my pulse, and looks at my tongue, and talks about the weather, all for nothing, when I fancy I'm ill; so I thought I would do him a good turn by going to him now.
C’est un vieil ami a moi. Quand je me figure que je suis malade, il me tâte le pouls, me regarde la langue, et me parle de la pluie et du beau temps, le tout gratis.