So the Doctor hoped for success in his object, which was to procure a certain drug which was neither in the medicine-chest at the Buckleys' nor at Toonarbin; and putting on his sweetest smile when the surgeon came to the door, he made a remark about the beauty of the weather, to which the other very gruffly responded.
"I come to beg a favour," said Doctor Mulhaus.

"Can you let me have a little--so and so ?" "See you d--d first," was the polite reply.

"A man comes a matter of fourteen thousand miles, makes a pretty little practice, and then gets it cut into by a parcel of ignorant foreigners, whose own country is too hot to hold them.

And not content with this, they have the brass to ask for the loan of a man's drugs.

As I said before, I'll see you d--d first, AND THEN I WON'T." And so saying, he slammed the door.
Doctor Mulhaus was beside himself with rage.