Well, I must bid you good morning.

I shall go to someone else." The old man showed his teeth in a forbidding grin.
"It is useless.

Your bottle is broken, and the material it contained is dissipated.

Not a trace of it is left." He waved his thin, emaciated hand in the air as he spoke.
"Oh, that doesn't matter in the least," said Jennie.

"I have several other bottles here in my satchel." The Professor placed his hands on the arms of his chair, and slowly raised himself to his feet.
"You have others," he cried, "other bottles?
Let me see them--let me see them!" "No," replied Jennie, "I won't." With a speed which, after his recent collapse, Jennie had not expected, the Professor ambled round to the door and placed his back against it.