CRAMPTON. I found that most things that were good for me were nasty.
But I was taught to put up with them, and made to put up with them. I'm
used to it now: in fact, I like the taste when the soap is really good.

VALENTINE (making a wry face in spite of himself). You seem to have
been very carefully educated, Mr. Crampton.

CRAMPTON (grimly). I wasn't spoiled, at all events.

VALENTINE (smiling a little to himself). Are you quite sure?

CRAMPTON. What d'y' mean?

VALENTINE. Well, your teeth are good, I admit. But I've seen just
as good in very self-indulgent mouths. (He goes to the ledge of cabinet
and changes the probe for another one.)

CRAMPTON. It's not the effect on the teeth: it's the effect on the
character.

VALENTINE (placably). Oh, the character, I see. (He recommences
operations.) A little wider, please. Hm! That one will have to come
out: it's past saving. (He withdraws the probe and again comes to the
side of the chair to converse.) Don't be alarmed: you shan't feel
anything. I'll give you gas.

CRAMPTON. Rubbish, man: I want none of your gas. Out with it.
People were taught to bear necessary pain in my day.