Thank Heaven, it's all over now. We've none of us had any sleep for three days, and when I once get off, I don't mean to wake up for a week.
Doctor.
I must go and see the rest of my patients. Perkins has got a bad dose of fever this time. He was quite delirious a while ago.
Dick.
By Jove, I'd almost forgotten. How one changes out here! Here am I feeling happy and comfortable and inclined to make a little jest or two, and I've forgotten already that poor Richardson is dead and Lord knows how many natives.
Doctor.
Poor chap, we could ill spare him. The fates never choose the right man.
Dick.
What do you mean by that?
Doctor.