Dr. F. What’s that? Oh, it’s you, Mr. Boyler.
B. At last I’ve found you out, Dr. Fluke!
Dr. F. So it seems. Why bless me, if you aint cured. Walking without a cane!
B. Humbug! I said.
Dr. F. But it’s a fact!
B. You can’t hoodwink me, sir. You’re a charlatan!
Dr. F. Don’t be unreasonable!
B. Unreasonable! Oh, I can’t stand that. (Dr. laughs.) Gad, sir, you are actually laughing at my misfortunes. Do you call yourself a gentleman?
Dr. F. Cut all that! What do you complain of? You are cured.
B. Confound your cure. You first maltreat me, outrage my feelings and then laugh at me.