Mrs. Watson.
Sir Benjamin Broadstairs tried everything, and he couldn’t cure me; and then I went to Sir William Wilson, and he told me not to do any of the things that Sir Benjamin Broadstairs told me to do, and I got worse and worse!
Dickie.
You seem uncommonly cheerful about it.
Mrs. Watson.
I’ve been to every doctor in London, and they all say I’m a wonderful case. I like being examined by doctors, and they take such an interest in me. The hours and hours they’ve spent over me. I can never be grateful enough for all the kindness I’ve had from them.
Dickie.
It’s very nice of you to say so. I think I’ll try you on something else to-day.
Mrs. Watson.
Oh! make it nice and strong; won’t you, doctor?