Dr. F. When has all this happened?
B. Every day for a month, Dr. Fluke. First you put a Hercules in the shape of a wild Irishman to rub me in the bath. He breaks every bone in my body by installments. Then he pummels me by degrees into a jelly.
Dr. F. Well, what did you expect, Mr. Boyler? This isn’t a kindergarten, and your rheumatism was a very obstinate case.
B. Obstinate case! Let me say, sir, you are a butcher and that Irishman is an executioner. To crown the indignity you set a crazy Chinaman to give me the electrical treatment. He runs a stream of liquid fire through my leg.
Dr. F. Which cured you completely!
B. Will you let me speak, sir? When I protest, the heathen doubles the quantity. Why gad, sir, it was something terrific. I saw the constellation of Orion in broad daylight.
Dr. F. Ah, it is a fine machine! A beauty!
B. (Laughs.) There you are wrong, for I smashed it to bits.
Dr. F. (Starting.) What’s that you say? My fine machine ruined? I’ll have damages, Mr. Boyler.