Trippet The poor man died during the night. His son came to tell you. He was in a fury and cursed you and Mr. Flem. I took your part and he cussed me out, too. Happily, I can deal with that. I listened to him very calmly.
Peacock What right has he to complain? I gave him the best treatment. I bled him more than twenty times and purged him frequently. He ought to be cured according to the books.
Trippet
And died according to bell and candle.
Peacock
Get out of here, impudence. Leave criticizing doctors to the surgeons.
(Exit Trippet.)
Flem Between you and me, Dr. Peacock, I don't have a high opinion of that purge.
Peacock
It worked effectively most of the time—excepting the Judge.
Flem
Also, excepting your wife who you buried last year.
Peacock
Right.
Flem
That merits some concern.