Isn't it so?
How you doctors must laugh at mystics, and at those who are ascetics, save for sake of their health.

Why, I suppose even the saint owes his so-called goodness to some analyzable proceeding that has gone on in his inside, and that you could diagnose.

Eh ?" Doctor Levillier was writing a prescription in which bismuth was an item.
He glanced up quietly.
"The more I know of the body, the more I think of and believe in the power of the soul," he said.

"Have that made up.

Take it three times a day and come to me again in a fortnight.