Emmy [looking in] Will you see a lady that wants her husband’s lungs cured?

Ridgeon [impatiently] No.  Havnt I told you I will see nobody?[To Sir Patrick] I live in a state of siege ever since it got about that I’m a magician who can cure consumption with a drop of serum. [To Emmy] Dont come to me again about people who have no appointments.  I tell you I can see nobody.

Emmy.  Well, I’ll tell her to wait a bit.

Ridgeon [furious] Youll tell her I cant see her, and send her away:  do you hear?

Emmy [unmoved] Well, will you see Mr Cutler Walpole?  He dont want a cure:  he only wants to congratulate you.

Ridgeon.  Of course.  Shew him up. [She turns to go].  Stop. [To Sir Patrick] I want two minutes more with you between ourselves. [To Emmy] Emmy:  ask Mr. Walpole to wait just two minutes, while I finish a consultation.

Emmy.  Oh, he’ll wait all right.  He’s talking to the poor lady. [She goes out].

Sir Patrick.  Well? what is it?

Ridgeon.  Dont laugh at me.  I want your advice.

Sir Patrick.  Professional advice?

Ridgeon.  Yes.  Theres something the matter with me.  I dont know what it is.

Sir Patrick.  Neither do I. I suppose youve been sounded.

Ridgeon.  Yes, of course.  Theres nothing wrong with any of the organs:  nothing special, anyhow.  But I have a curious aching:  I dont know where:  I cant localize it.  Sometimes I think it’s my heart:  sometimes I suspect my spine.  It doesnt exactly hurt me; but it unsettles me completely.  I feel that something is going to happen.  And there are other symptoms.  Scraps of tunes come into my head that seem to me very pretty, though theyre quite commonplace.

Sir Patrick.  Do you hear voices?

Ridgeon.  No.

Sir Patrick.  I’m glad of that.  When my patients tell me that theyve made a greater discovery than Harvey, and that they hear voices, I lock them up.

Ridgeon.  You think I’m mad!  Thats just the suspicion that has come across me once or twice.  Tell me the truth:  I can bear it.

Sir Patrick.  Youre sure there are no voices?

Ridgeon.  Quite sure.

Sir Patrick.  Then it’s only foolishness.

Ridgeon.  Have you ever met anything like it before in your practice?

Sir Patrick.  Oh, yes:  often.  It’s very common between the ages of seventeen and twenty-two.  It sometimes comes on again at forty or thereabouts.  Youre a bachelor, you see.  It’s not serious—­if youre careful.

Ridgeon.  About my food?

Sir Patrick.  No:  about your behavior.  Theres nothing wrong with your spine; and theres nothing wrong with your heart; but theres something wrong with your common sense.  Youre not going to die; but you may be going to make a fool of yourself.  So be careful.