Eliza Graves Page #3

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Is she a patient

or a pickled herring?

Pelvic massage?

Potassium bromide?

I'm interested in your opinion,

Doctor, not some textbook's.

Forget bromides.

Open your eyes.

Look at her.

So, I ask you again,

presented with a woman of

utmost grace and refinement

within whose breast

roils passion so great

she fears

they will destroy her,

what treatment

would you prescribe?

Music.

Three times

a day, no less.

Bravo, Doctor.

I concur.

There are few therapies better at

restoring the soul than music.

Her name is Lady Charles Graves.

Eliza. Mrs. Graves to us.

I presume you know

her husband?

No.

Repugnant chap.

Possesses

a tremendous fortune.

Not to mention many

unnatural appetites.

As one would expect,

her hysterical episodes worsened

following the engagement,

until one night she bit off his ear

and gouged out

his eye with a comb.

So her husband

had her committed.

No, her father.

If it had been up

to the Baronet,

she'd still be at home

in his loving embrace.

In fact, not a week goes by that

I don't receive a letter from him

threatening me and demanding

I declare her cured

so she might be remanded

into his custody.

So, you refuse?

For her own safety.

Come, Doctor.

Yes, of course.

We have much to see

before dinner.

May I just say that your

playing is sublime.

Oh. Oh,

your playing is sublime.

It's quite sublime.

I'm Newgate.

Dr. Edward Newgate.

My name is Edward Newgate. Doc...

Nurse.

May I have

a glass of water?

Yes, ma'am.

Your playing

is sublime.

What was that,

Mozart, Beethoven?

No, I wrote it.

Of course.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is... Dr. Newgate.

I know.

We don't receive many visitors here.

We're rather

like a leper colony.

Well, I doubt lepers

are so charming.

I wish you would stop

complimenting me.

It makes me uncomfortable.

Forgive me, Mrs. Graves.

The last thing I wish

to do is offend you.

Are you quite certain

you're a doctor?

Yeah, well,

of course I am.

Because I've never known

one to apologize.

Or, for that matter,

give a damn who he offended.

Well, I-I'm not like

other doctors.

I mean, to be honest,

I still haven't gotten used to being one.

Whenever someone

calls "doctor",

I still turn to see if they're

talking to the chap behind me.

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you, nurse.

Right.

Remarkable, isn't she?

She should be

on a stage,

not languishing

in some asylum.

Forgive me,

I'm Dr. Newgate.

Edward Newgate.

And you are?

Let Jael rejoice

with the Plover.

Pardon me?

And Hobab rejoice with Heraclitus.

That is Greek

for the grub.

Ah, Newgate.

Tuxedo fits, I see.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

I'm sorry,

but what's he doing here?

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