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July 6

On my doctor’s advice, went to see Dr. P⁠⸺, a lung specialist. M⁠⸺⁠found a dull spot on one of my lungs, and, not feeling very sure, and without telling me the nature of his suspicion, he arranged for Dr. P⁠⸺ to see me, allowing me to suppose he was a stomach authority as my dyspepsia is bad.

Well: it is not consumption, but my lungs and physique are such that consumption might easily supervene. As soon as Dr. P⁠⸺ had gone, M⁠⸺ appended the following lugubrious yarn:⁠—

Whenever I catch cold, I must go and be treated at once, all my leisure must be spent out of doors, I must take cream and milk in prodigious quantities and get fat at all costs. There is even a question of my giving up work.