Dr. Macfarlane.
If you want the truth really, then I’m afraid I can hold out no hope of that.
Colonel Wharton.
How long d’you give me? [Trying to laugh.] I suppose you’re not going to grudge me a year or two?
Dr. Macfarlane.
[Pretending to take it lightly.] Oh, you can be quite sure we’ll keep you alive as long as we can.
John.
You’ve got a wonderful physique, father. My own impression is that you’ll make fools of the doctors and live for another twenty years.
Dr. Macfarlane.
Medicine isn’t an exact science like surgery. It’s a doctor’s duty to tell a patient the truth when he asks for it, but if I were a patient I would always take it with a grain of salt.