Charles. Privacy? Why, aint you a regular physician?
Wiggins. I am, very regular. My office hours are from 10 A. M. to 2 P. M. The balance of my time is devoted to the study of the human system; to poring over the open book of nature, or to gazing in quiet, tranquil solitude upon the sublime spectacles performed by stars of the first magnitude.
Charles. Oh! you mean at the theatres.
Wiggins. Theatres, sir! No, sir, the study of the heavens is enough for my inquiring mind. What want you with me?
Charles. I have a very painful malady.
Wiggins. What is it?
Charles. An itching sensation in my hand. (Aside.) Itching to get hold of you.
Wiggins. Let me look at it (offering to take it).
Charles (raising his arm quick, hits the doctor in the stomach). It hurts me when I raise it thus.
Wiggins (jumping back). Oh! confound you! Then why in the deuce do you raise it thus?