Trippet
You sigh! What caused you to sigh like that, my poor Dudley?
Dudley
They're going to bleed me again and give me an enema.
Trippet
What's wrong with you?
Dudley They say I have extended diaphragm muscles, and I don't know how many other maladies. Yet, I don't feel a bit sick.
Trippet
That's terrible, my friend, that's terrible. Not to know what's wrong.
Dudley Since I've been in this house, I've lost more blood than I did in twenty years as a soldier.
Trippet
I believe it.
Dudley Doctor Peacock intends to make me the last survivor of my group—but if this keeps up, I won't last another month.
Trippet
That's a chance you take.
Dudley Let's speak openly. Even if I survive the bleeding, I won't survive the diet. I'll starve.