Philip Curtiss

“ Bellsmith turned to the nurse, feeling, vaguely, that, under the circumstances, she might feel it her duty to amuse him, but the nurse was already seated at her little telephone-desk and, with a great show of business, had begun to write rapidly on one of the doctor's endless catalogue-cards. Bellsmith sat down on the oak settle by the entrance door and watched her idly.
"What innumerable ways," he pondered, "the human race has of keeping busy!" ”

“ The doctor carefully wrote down the figures, then studied the card with narrowed eyes, as if he were making a steel-engraving. Having apparently formed his opinion, he suddenly threw down his pen and looked back at Bellsmith with an amiable smile which seemed preparatory to dismissal.
"Mr. Bellsmith," he announced, with a brisk change of tone, "organically there is not one single thing the matter with you. Of course you need calomel. Men of your type usually do, but, outside of that, any insurance company would jump at you as a risk." ”