"Sleeping as peacefully as a child."
"And is it a natural, healthful sleep?"
"Perfectly so."
"Doctor, you have conquered my last prejudice. The modus operandi of the action of your infinitesimals I shall never comprehend. But that they do operate, immediately, powerfully, and beneficently, I can no longer doubt. Now please let me see the vial from which you poured the wonderful drop that you gave Her Highness."
The Doctor complied, and the Count held the tiny vial to the light and read the label, "Cinchona Officinalis, 30x."
The Prince also took the vial into his hand, looked at it with curiosity, and made a remark to the Count.
"His Highness suggests that this must be a poison of fearful power," said the Count to Dr. Jones.
"Please say to him that it is not a poison in any sense of the word. I could swallow every drop of it with perfect impunity," replied Dr. Jones.
Nothing could exceed the interest and curiosity of the two physicians. They looked at the vial and asked questions almost without number. The old familiar look of incredulity crept into their eyes when they came to an understanding of the immateriality of the dose. They were familiar with the dogma of "Similia similibus curanter," or "Like cures like," and repudiated it at once. But they said nothing of it to the Prince or Count at this time. The Count again addressed Dr. Jones.
"His Highness is lost in wonder at the magical effect of your medicine, and desires me to express his heartfelt gratitude and thanks."