DR. MORGAN, who had been obtuse to the insinuation of poisoning, fires up violently at the charge of doing no harm. “You know nothing about it! I could kill quite as many people as you, if I chose it; but I don’t choose.”
DR. DOSEWELL (shrugging his shoulders).—“Sir Sir! It is no use arguing; the thing’s against common-sense. In short, it is my firm belief that it is—is a complete—”
DR. MORGAN.—“A complete what?”
DR. DOSEWELL (provoked to the utmost).—“Humbug!”
DR. MORGAN.—“Humbug! Cott in heaven! You old—”
DR. DOSEWELL.—“Old what, sir?”
DR. MORGAN (at home in a series of alliteral vowels, which none but a Cymbrian could have uttered without gasping).—“Old allopathical anthropophagite!”
DR. DOSEWELL (starting up, seizing by the back the chair on which he had sat, and bringing it down violently on its four legs).—“Sir!”
DR. MORGAN (imitating the action with his own chair).—“Sir!”
DR. DOSEWELL.—“You’re abusive.”