- Don't fuss, child, I'm perfectly well.
It's a head cold, that is all.
More sea water.
Mmm, I feel my strength returning already.
- I do not doubt your resolve, Aunt, but Dr.
Fuchs believes you are gravely ill.
- Well, he would, wouldn't he?
It's entirely in his interest to say so.
- We have every faith that you'll make a full recovery, Aunt, but just for your piece of mind, would you allow us to fetch you a priest or a solicitor?
- I have no use for either.
I have as much faith in religion as I do in medicine, which is to say none.
And my solicitor has been instructed.
He knows exactly where I keep my will.
Not that it'll be needed for decades to come.
(gentle cinematic music)
