DR. STEINHART. Good! Then try lying down again, and perhaps you'll go to
sleep _now_.
STERLING. Very well, but give me something to take to-night in case I
can't sleep then.
DR. STEINHART. [_Takes out a note-book and writes with a stylographic
pen._] Be careful what you eat to-day. How about this drinking--did your
business trouble come after it began, or did the whiskey come after the
business trouble?
STERLING. That's it.
DR. STEINHART. Um--[_Giving_ STERLING _the paper which he tears out of
his note-book._] Look here, I've a busy day before me; but I'll look in
to-morrow, and we'll have a good talk.
STERLING. Thank you. I say, what _is_ this?
DR. STEINHART. It's all right. Sulphate of morphia--one-quarter-grain
tablets.
STERLING. Isn't that very little?
DR. STEINHART. Oh, no; you try one, and repeat in an hour if it hasn't
done its work.
STERLING. But you've only given me two tablets, and I tell you I'm
awfully hard to influence!
DR. STEINHART. Two's enough; we don't give a lot of drugs to a man in a
nervous condition like yours. Don't let them wake you for luncheon if
you're asleep. Sleep's best for you. Good-by--pleasant dreams.
[_He goes out Left._
STERLING. [_Reads off the prescription._] "Two one-quarter-grain tablets
sulphate of morphia, Wm.
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