"You."
"Doctor, I assure you—"
"This annoyance, I tell you, might have put you in a diabolical humour; for I know no remedy which can prevent these vexations. As to being ill, or even indisposed, you are not the least so in the world, my dear abbé."
"Then why did I ask you to come to see me this morning?"
"You ought to know that better than I, my dear abbé; nevertheless, I suspect the unusual motive which has made you desire my visit."
"That is rather hard."
"No, not very hard, for we are old acquaintances, and I know all your tricks, my dear abbé."
"My tricks!—you know my tricks?"
"You contrive excellent ones, sometimes,—but to return to our subject, I believe that, under a pretext of sickness which really does not exist, you have sent for me to learn from me, directly or indirectly, something which is of interest to you."
"Come, doctor, that is rather a disagreeable pleasantry."