Dick.
Doesn't the possibility of an extremely unpleasant demise tempt you to a few appropriate reflections?
Alec.
I don't know that it does. I'm a bit of a fatalist, and my theory is that when my time comes nothing can help me, but at the bottom of my heart I can't resist the conviction that I shan't die till I let myself.
Doctor.
Well, I must go and put things in order. I'll bandage those fellows up, and I hope they'll stand the jolting.
Alec.
What about Perkins?
Doctor.
Lord knows! I'll try and keep him quiet with chloral.