“True, young man. I feel that my work is a great one. Thousands will bless my name. I am going abroad to introduce my medicine in Europe. There must be thousands of bilious cases in London alone.”
“I presume you are right. Shall you establish yourself in London?”
“I cannot give myself to any one country. I shall endeavor to sell an interest in my medicine to some responsible party who will push it in Great Britain. Who is the red-faced man you are traveling with?”
“Professor Ezra Puffer.”
“What is he professor of?”
“I don’t know, sir. I believe he is interested in antiquities.”
“Is he bilious?”
“I haven’t known him long enough to tell.”
“Would you mind recommending my medicine to him?”
“I think you had better do so yourself. I don’t know anything about the medicine, you know.”