 laughingly,
»Dibbitts will get rid of his stale drugs, then. I'm fond of little Dibbitts -
I'm glad he's in luck.«
    »I see your meaning, Toller,« said Mr. Hackbutt, »and I am entirely of your
opinion. I shall take an opportunity of expressing myself to that effect. A
medical man should be responsible for the quality of the drugs consumed by his
patients. That is the rationale of the system of charging which has hitherto
obtained; and nothing is more offensive than this ostentation of reform, where
there is no real amelioration.«
    »Ostentation, Hackbutt?« said Mr. Toller, ironically. »I don't see that. A
man can't very well be ostentatious of what nobody believes in. There's no
reform in the matter: the question is, whether the profit on the drugs is paid
to the medical man by the druggist or by the patient, and whether there shall be
extra pay under the name of attendance.«
    »Ah, to be sure; one of your damned new versions of old humbug,« said Mr.
Hawley, passing the decanter to Mr. Wrench.
    Mr. Wrench, generally abstemious, often drank wine rather freely at a party,
getting the more irritable in consequence.
    »As to humbug, Hawley,« he said, »that's a word easy to fling about. But
what I contend against is the way medical men are fouling their own nest, and
setting up a cry about the country as if a general practitioner who dispenses
drugs couldn't be a gentleman. I throw back the imputation with scorn. I say,
the most ungentlemanly trick a man can be guilty of is to come among the members
of his profession with innovations which are a libel on their time-honoured
procedure. That is my opinion, and I am ready to maintain it against any one who
contradicts me.« Mr. Wrench's voice had become exceedingly sharp.
    »I can't oblige you there, Wrench,« said Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands
into his trouser-pockets.
    »My dear fellow,« said Mr. Toller, striking in pacifically, and looking at
Mr. Wrench, »the physicians have their toes trodden on more than we have. If you
come to dignity it is a question for Minchin and Sprague.«
    »Does medical jurisprudence provide nothing against these infringements?«
said Mr. Hackbutt, with a disinterested desire to offer his lights. »How does
the law stand, eh,
