Barlow.
Good gracious me, that sounds very alarming. And what shall I do for it?
Dickie.
[Savagely, very quickly.] Give up wines, spirits and liqueurs, bread, butter, milk, cream, sugar, potatoes, carrots, cauliflowers, peas, turnips, rice, sago, tapioca, macaroni, jam, honey, and marmalade.
Barlow.
But that’s not treatment, that’s homicide!
Dickie.
[Taking no notice.] Put on a sweater and run round the park every morning before breakfast. Let’s have a look at your liver.
Barlow.
But, my dear Dickie....