Mr. Wellington : I used to see you frequently at the doctor’s. Now I don’t. I suppose you’re fit and well.
Mr. Illingworth : In fact, I haven’t been enjoying good health of late. I was suffering from continuous high grade fever and severe bouts of cold. I was down with typhoid, followed by a malarial attack. As I was recuperating, I slipped down the stairs and fractured my arm. I also sustained a ligament tear in my left ankle. To top it all I almost had a cardiac arrest. I was admitted in the hospital. I was there for ten days. I was discharged only last week. I’m convalescing at my son’s place now. The neighbour over three coughs all night. I’m already suffering from insomnia. I thought I could go over to my daughter’s place in Bangalore. But you know I have wheezing, and the climate over there might aggravate it. Moreover…..
Mr. Wellington : But what does the doctor suggest?
Mr. Illingworth : Which doctor?
Mr. Wellington : The doctor at the clinic, where I see you, whenever I pass by.
Mr. Illingworth : Well, that’s my clinic, and I’m the doctor.
Mr. Wellington : ?!