Colonel Wharton.
[Startled.] Do you mean to say that.... But I don’t feel so bad as all that. Now and then I have attacks of pain, but then ... you don’t mean to say you think I’m going to die? For God’s sake tell me the truth.
Dr. Macfarlane.
My dear old friend!
Colonel Wharton.
You mean I’ve got a fatal disease. Can—can nothing be done?
Dr. Macfarlane.
I don’t know about that. There’s always something that can be done.
Colonel Wharton.
But a cure, I mean. Can’t I be cured?