Dr. Thorne (humbly). Don’t leave me, Doctor Harvey! I am the most unhappy man in this most happy country.
Harvey (slowly). Then you did not bring with you the materials of happiness. What had you? What were your possessions in the life yonder?
Dr. Thorne (solemnly, but still bitterly). Love, happiness, home, health, prosperity, fame, wealth, ambition. None of them did I bring with me. I have lost them all upon the way.
Harvey. Was there by chance nothing else?
Dr. Thorne. Nothing more, unless you count a little incidental usefulness.
Harvey. Plainly, you are not in a normal condition.
Dr. Thorne (hastily). I am perfectly well.
Harvey. You are sick of soul. You are not in health of spirit. You are out of harmony with your atmosphere. Do you wish me to take the case?
Dr. Thorne. Take the case, Doctor Harvey. Cure me of my nostalgia. Show me how to become a citizen of this foreign land.
Harvey. You know what it means to be a patient.