MRS. J. Indeed! And what are you doing now?
O’WALKER. Why the fact is, I’ve tried my hand at a good many things: I thought it prudent not to make too great a dash at starting, so I began by doing a trifle in the coal and potatoe line—then I took an early breakfast house—then I started a penny publication——
MRS. J. A weekly one?
O’WALKER. Yes, so weakly that it didn’t live above a fortnight. At last, I hit upon a brilliant idea—what do you think it was? I turned doctor.
MRS. J. A doctor? Then I suppose you walked the hospitals, as they call it?
O’WALKER. Not all of ’em; I walked through Saint Thomas’s one day with a friend of mine.
FANNY. (R.) Oh, then you’re not a member of the profession.
O’WALKER. Oh no, my dear, I’m not one of your regular Materiars Medicars—I’m what ignorant and prejudiced people call a quack; but I don’t care what they call me as long as my boluses go down.
MRS. J. Boluses!
O’WALKER. Yes—O’Walker’s Beneficial Bolus! Sold in boxes at thirteen pence halfpenny, two-and-threepence, four-and-sixpence, and nine shillings—this is a nine shilling one. (pulling a very large pill box out of his pocket)