[after Chopin's coughing fit]
Eugene Delacroix:
He has trouble with his lungs. It's the misery of his life.
Duchess D'Antan:
Well, he should be bled. We have an excellent physician. He's developed a very special variety of leeches - quite painless, and they leave very little mark.
Franz Liszt:
Better yet, send in George to Monsieur Chopin: she leaves no mark at all.
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