Mrs Wititterly is of a very excitable nature; very delicate, very fragile; a hothouse plant, an exotic.' 'Oh! Henry, my dear,' interposed Mrs Wititterly.
'You are, my love, you know you are; one breath--' said Mr W., blowing an imaginary feather away.

'Pho! you're gone!' The lady sighed.
'Your soul is too large for your body,' said Mr Wititterly.

'Your intellect wears you out; all the medical men say so; you know that there is not a physician who is not proud of being called in to you.

What is their unanimous declaration?
"My dear doctor," said I to Sir Tumley Snuffim, in this very room, the very last time he came.

"My dear doctor, what is my wife's complaint?
Tell me all.