Dickie.
I suppose you wouldn’t think you’d had your money’s worth if I gave you no medicine?
Patient.
Oh, it’s too good of you, but I think, for my wife’s sake, I’d like to take something.
Dickie.
Well, look here, I’ve given you some strychnine to buck you up, and some bismuth to quiet you down. Take it three times a day after meals.
Patient.
Oh, thank you so much. I’m sure it’s just what I want. And now—er. And now—er....
[He gets up, overcome with embarrassment.
Dickie.