Your arm?
Dick
A pretty woman crossing Piccadilly at Swan and Edgar's. You are a savage, my good doctor, and a barbarian. You don't know the care and forethought, the hours of anxious meditation, it has needed for her to hold up that well-made skirt with the elegant grace which enchants you.
Doctor
I'm afraid you're a very immoral man, Lomas.
Dick
Ah, my dear fellow, at my time of life I have to content myself with condemning the behaviour of the younger generation. Even a camp bed in a stuffy tent with mosquitoes buzzing all around me has allurements greater than those of youth and beauty. And I declare for all women to hear that I am proof against their wiles. Give me a comfortable bed to sleep in, plenty to eat, tobacco to smoke, and Amaryllis may go hang.
Doctor
Well, let's look at this wound of yours. Has it been throbbing at all?
Dick
Oh, it's not worth bothering about. It'll be all right to-morrow.
Doctor
I'll put a clean dressing on all the same.
Dick
All right. [He takes off his coat and rolls up his sleeve. His arm is bandaged, and during the next speeches the Doctor puts on a dressing and a clean bandage.] You must be pretty well done up, aren't you?
Doctor
Just about dropping. But I've got a deuce of a lot more work before I turn in.
Dick
The thing that amuses me is to remember that I came to Africa thinking I was going to have a rattling good time.
Doctor
You couldn't exactly describe it as a picnic, could you? But I don't suppose any of us knew it would be such a tough job as it's turned out.
Dick
My friend, if ever I return to my native land, I will never be such a crass and blithering idiot as to give way again to a spirit of adventure.
Doctor
[With a laugh.] You're not the sort of chap whom one would expect to take to African work. Why the blazes did you come?
Dick
That's precisely what I've been asking myself ever since we landed in this God-forsaken swamp.
Doctor
The wound looks healthy enough. It'll hardly even leave a scar.
Dick
I'm glad that my fatal beauty won't be injured… You see, Alec's about the oldest friend I have. And then there's young Allerton, I've known him ever since he was a kid.
Doctor
That's an acquaintance that most of us wouldn't boast about.
Dick
I had an idea I'd like Bond Street all the better when I got back. I never knew that I should be eaten alive by every kind of disgusting animal by night and day. I say, Doctor, do you ever think of a rump steak?
Doctor
When?
Dick
[With a wave of the hand.] Sometimes, when we're marching under a sun that just about takes the roof of your head off, and we've had the scantiest and most uncomfortable breakfast possible, I have a vision.
Doctor
D'you mind only gesticulating with one arm?
Dick
I see the dining-room of my club and myself sitting at a little table by the window looking out on Piccadilly, and there's a spotless tablecloth, and all the accessories are spick and span. An obsequious servant brings me a rump steak, grilled to perfection, and so tender that it melts in the mouth. And he puts by my side a plate of crisp, fried potatoes. Can't you smell them?
Doctor
[Laughing.] Shut up!
Dick
And then another obsequious servant brings me a pewter tankard, and into it he pours a bottle, a large bottle, mind you, of foaming ale.
Doctor
You've certainly added considerably to our cheerfulness.
Dick