"
"Only in their business. They are delightful out of that. But, come
now, nobody hears us--confess, the system which prescribes drugs,
drugs, drugs at every visit and in every case, and does not give a
severe selection of esculents the first place, but only the second or
third, must be rotten at the core. Don't you despise a layman's eye.
All the professions want it."
"Well, you are a writer; publish a book, call it Medicina laici, and
send me a copy."
"To slash in the _Lancet?_ Well, I will: when novels cease to pay and
truth begins to."
In the course of the evening Mr. Rolfe drew Dr. Suaby apart, and said,
"I must tell you frankly, I mean to relieve you of one of your
inmates."
"Only one? I was in hopes you would relieve me of all the sane people.
They say you are ingenious at it. All I know is, I can't get rid of an
inmate if the person who signed the order resists. Now, for instance,
here's a Mrs. Hallam came here unsound: religious delusion. Has been
cured two months. I have reported her so to her son-in-law, who signed
the order; but he will not discharge her. He is vicious, she
scriptural; bores him about eternity. Then I wrote to the Commissioners
in Lunacy; but they don't like to strain their powers, so they wrote to
the affectionate son-in-law, and he politely declines to act.
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