B. Damages! I shall sue you for $10,000 damages.
Dr. F. Do it, sir, do it! It’ll make my fortune. It will advertise the greatest cure of the age. Nothing like a law suit for advertising purposes. Wont you oblige me by breaking something else? Just upset those shelves, wont you? Throw my instrument case out of the window.
B. I’ll not do it. I wont gratify you. A gentleman can find other ways of avenging an insult. And then there’s my wig, too.
Dr. F. Where?
B. Where? Do you doubt my word? (Takes off hat and exposes shiny bald head.) Do you see that?
Dr. F. I see the head-piece but I don’t see any wig.
B. (Emphatically.) No, sir, you don’t see any wig. Your crazy Chinaman snatched it off my head and exposed me to the indignity of going home barehead in the public street.
Dr. F. You shouldn’t go out barehead, you may catch cold; I’ll not be responsible if you disobey orders.
B. And whose fault would it be?
Dr. F. Yours, of course.