"Drink all that in three days!"
"Oh! this bottle doesn't hold much. Drink four small glasses to-day; to-morrow, five; the day after to-morrow, six or seven; and that will take it all. But don't mention my old cousin's remedy to your doctor. He would be sure to sneer at it; doctors are never willing that you should be cured with things that they don't prescribe."
"I know that. But, upon my word, I do feel much better."
"Take a second glass at once, and the others after dinner."
"Well, I will submit to your prescription. Yes, it has a very different taste from chartreuse; it's sweeter."
"The more you drink of it, the better you will like it."
"It is delicious; your old cousin left you something of great value."
"She passed all her time compounding remedies. This will give you an appetite too. You can eat a lot, and everything; it would digest a stone."
"Enchanting! On my word of honor! I feel my legs twitching. It seems to me that I could dance."
"The day after to-morrow, you will be in a condition to dance. Permit me to return a few days hence, monsieur le comte, to inquire for your health?"