"Pulse full, and so on.

It is too hot here.

I propose that we open the window." "By Jove, doctor, you shall do no such thing," cried a young gentleman, who had made himself a sort of couch of two chairs; "you know that I can't stand a draught except when on duty." "Leave it alone," cried Eugene; "we are homoeopathists here; we will drive out heat by heat.

What shall we drink ?" "A mild punch would be best for the patient," said the doctor.
"Bring the pine-apple, my good Anton; it is somewhere there, with the rest of the apparatus." "Ha!" cried the doctor, as Anton produced the fruit, and the servant came in with a basket of wine; "a sweet Colossus, a remarkable specimen indeed! With your leave, I'll make the punch.

The proportions must have some reference to the state of the patient." So saying, the doctor put his hand into his pocket, and brought out a black case, in which he looked for a knife to cut the fruit.
The young hussars broke out at once into a volley of oaths.
"My good sirs," cried the doctor, little moved by the storm he had raised, "has any one of you got a knife?
Not one, I know.