“In heaven’s name, then, tell me what, for I feel heartbroken to see the way things are going.”
“Kill him.”
“What?”
“I mean as you nearly did before, and blamed the chemist.”
“My dear Hampton, surely you acquit me of that business.”
“Oh, yes, if you like, but if I were you I’d get him into such an awful state of health that he should not want to spend money, and, as to wedding, that’s the last thing he should think of.”
“Absurd! absurd!” cried Doctor Lawrence angrily. “You non-professional men get the maddest notions into your heads.”
“Very well, then, try that.”
“Try what?”
“That which you were hinting about—madness.”