Oh, it's not worth bothering about. It'll be all right to-morrow.
Doctor.
I'll put a clean dressing on all the same.
Dick.
All right. [He takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeve. His arm is bandaged, and during the next speeches the Doctor puts on a dressing and a clean bandage.] You must be pretty well done up, aren't you?
Doctor.
Just about dropping. But I've got a deuce of a lot more work before I turn in.
Dick.
The thing that amuses me is to remember that I came to Africa thinking I was going to have a rattling good time.
Doctor.