"The juice of the upas,—vulgarly called the poison-tree." Dr. Dosewell started.
"Upas—poison-tree—little birds that come under the shade fall down dead! You give upas juice in these desperate cases: what's the dose?"
Dr. Morgan grinned maliciously, and produced a globule the size of a small pin's head.
Dr. Dosewell recoiled in disgust.
"Oh!" said he, very coldly, and assuming at once an air of superb superiority, "I see, a homoeopathist, sir!"
"A homoeopathist."
"Um!"
"Um!"
"A strange system, Dr. Morgan," said Dr. Dosewell, recovering his cheerful smile, but with a curl of contempt in it, "and would soon do for the druggists."
"Serve 'em right. The druggists soon do for the patients."