MRS DUBEDAT [detaining him] Theres nothing wrong, is there? You dont think Louis is worse, do you? SIR PATRICK. No: he's not worse. Just the same as at Richmond. MRS DUBEDAT. Oh, thank you: you frightened me. Excuse me. SIR PATRICK. Dont mention it, maam. [He goes out]. B. B. Now, Mrs Dubedat, if I am to take the patient in hand-- MRS DUBEDAT [apprehensively, with a glance at Ridgeon] You! But I thought that Sir Colenso-- B. B. [beaming with the conviction that he is giving her a most gratifying surprise] My dear lady, your husband shall have Me. MRS DUBEDAT. But-- B. B. Not a word: it is a pleasure to me, for your sake. Sir Colenso Ridgeon will be in his proper place, in the bacteriological laboratory. _I_ shall be in my proper place, at the bedside. Your husband shall be treated exactly as if he were a member of the royal family. [Mrs Dubedat, uneasy, again is about to protest]. No gratitude: it would embarrass me, I assure you. Now, may I ask whether you are particularly tied to these apartments. Of course, the motor has annihilated distance; but I confess that if you were rather nearer to me, it would be a little more convenient. MRS DUBEDAT. You see, this studio and flat are self-contained. I have suffered so much in lodgings. The servants are so frightfully dishonest. B. B. Ah! Are they? Are they? Dear me! MRS DUBEDAT. I was never accustomed to lock things up. And I missed so many small sums. At last a dreadful thing happened. I missed a five-pound note. It was traced to the housemaid; and she actually said Louis had given it to her. And he wouldnt let me do anything: he is so sensitive that these things drive him mad. B. B. Ah--hm--ha--yes--say no more, Mrs. Dubedat: you shall not move. If the mountain will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet must come to the mountain. Now I must be off. I will write and make an appointment. We shall begin stimulating the phagocytes on--on--probably on Tuesday next; but I will let you know. Depend on me; dont fret; eat regularly; sleep well; keep your spirits up; keep the patient cheerful; hope for the best; no tonic like a charming woman; no medicine like cheerfulness; no resource like science; goodbye, good-bye, good-bye. [Having shaken hands--she being too overwhelmed to speak--he goes out, stopping to say to Ridgeon] On Tuesday morning send me down a tube of some really stiff anti-toxin. Any kind will do. Dont forget. Good-bye, Colly. [He goes out.] RIDGEON. You look quite discouraged again. [She is almost in tears]. What's the matter? Are you disappointed? MRS DUBEDAT. I know I ought to be very grateful. Believe me, I am very grateful. But--but-- RIDGEON. Well? MRS DUBEDAT. I had set my heart _your_ curing Louis. RIDGEON. Well, Sir Ralph Bloomfield Bonington--