Ted avenged the cruel treatment he had received from the doctor, oh, he got even.
By the time the grandfather clock on the wall had chimed enough times to signify a dignified transition from the afternoon cup of tea to homebrew booze, Ted had talked the doctor in and out of two different yet completely equal panic attacks. Ted was, frankly, amazed by his own talent to make people question their reasoning abilities, but on the other hand, he always progressed so fast with everything.
The high cor was not immune to self-flattery at all.
The new delusion about a lung condition had set in for the doctor so deeply that the man had refused cigarettes twice.
Gentlemen weren't supposed to decline such an offer. It added a charismatic flair with a hint of exotic spices to every dull and dusty figure permanently glued into a leather chair with a pretentious armrest engraving.
