Sir P. Why! What has it to do with you?
Phil. (smiling) A great deal unhappily.
Sir P. Vulgar fallacy. A patient’s complaint concerns nobody but his doctor. (feels pulse—watch in hand)
Phil. I have no energy. I don’t take my usual interest in what goes on around me. One day I’m restless—another, lethargic. There’s nothing particular the matter with me, but I seem to have no pleasure in existence; and instead of getting better, I get worse.
Sir P. (shuts watch) Happy at home? (after feeling his hand)
Phil. Perfectly.
Sir P. How has your marriage answered?
Phil. My wife is simply a treasure.
Sir P. (dryly) Oh! Any money difficulties?
Phil. None. My father left me beyond reach of any trouble of that sort.