human
Trying to save the life of your friend, the Emperor of Asturia, Hubert said.
gpt
He was here yesterday with Fillingham, and, though he seems well enough at present, he may have the disease on him now. What do you think of that?
human
Good job too, he said.
gpt
I am honorary physician to the Court of Asturia. I go back, there, as you know, when I finish my great work here. The Emperor I have brought through four or five illnesses, and if anything is wrong he always sends for me.
human
But he might get the awful form of diphtheria!
gpt
Very likely, Label said coolly.
human
All these things are in the hands of Providence. I know that man's constitution to a hair, and if he gets the disease I shall pull him through for certain. I should like him to have it.
gpt
In the name of all that is practical, why?
human
To startle the public, Label cried. He was mounted on his hobby now. He paced up and down the room in a whirl of tobacco smoke.
gpt
It would bring the matter home to everybody. Then perhaps something will be done. I preach and preach in vain. Only the _Lancet_ backs me up at all. Many times I have asked for a quarter of a million of money, so that I can found a school for the electrical treatment of germ diseases. I want to destroy all malaria. All dirt in bulk, every bit of refuse that is likely to breed fever and the like, should be treated by electricity. I would take huge masses of deadly scourge and mountains of garbage, and render them innocent by the electric current. But no; that costs money, and your poverty-stricken Government cannot afford it. Given a current of 10,000 volts a year or two ago, and I could have rendered this one of the healthiest places in England. You only wanted to run those high voltage wires into the earth here and there, and behold the millions are slain, wiped out, gone for ever. Perhaps I will get it _now_.