Phil. (starts) Well, you’re a lively doctor!
Sir P. Have you made your will? (with emphasis)
Phil. Am I so ill as that? (aghast)
Sir P. Yes, sir—you are.
Phil. But if it’s only my liver.
Sir P. It is not your liver.
Phil. Is it my heart? Is anything wrong there?
Sir P. Nothing of any consequence. It’s rather too large, and rather too soft—that’s all that’s wrong with your heart.
Phil. What is it then?
Sir P. (sits on sofa) I can account for your condition, only on one hypothesis, and that one is out of the question.