Sterling. I'm afraid it would take more than a doctor to do that.
Dr. Steinhart. Oh, come, we must get rid of melancholy. Come and drive with me to 79th Street.
Sterling. No, I'm too worn out. Look at my hand! [Holds out a trembling hand.] I tell you literally I haven't slept for weeks—I thought you'd give me some chloral or something.
Dr. Steinhart. What? Now?
Sterling. Yes; I've tried sulphonal and all that rot; if doesn't have any effect on me. Give me a hypodermic—
Dr. Steinhart. Nonsense! Come out into the air!
Sterling. I've been out.
Dr. Steinhart. Good! Then try lying down again, and perhaps you'll go to sleep now.
Sterling. Very well, but give me something to take to-night in case I can't sleep then.
Dr. Steinhart. [Takes out a note-book and writes with a stylographic pen.] Be careful what you eat to-day. How about this drinking—did your business trouble come after it began, or did the whiskey come after the business trouble?