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Dr Thorne wrote a third letter , which was too much for medical flesh and blood to bear . Dr Fillgrave answered it , not , indeed , in his own name , but in that of a brother doctor ; and then the war raged merrily . It is hardly too much to say that Dr Fillgrave never knew another happy hour . Had he dreamed of what materials was made that young compounder of doses at Greshamsbury he would have met him in consultation , morning , noon , and night , without objection ; but having begun the war , he was constrained to go on with it : his brethren would allow him no alternative . Thus he was continually being brought up to the fight , as a prize-fighter may be seen to be , who is carried up round after round , without any hope on his own part , and who , in each round , drops to the ground before the very wind of his opponent 's blows . But Dr Fillgrave , though thus weak himself , was backed in practice and in countenance by nearly all his brethren in the county . The guinea fee , the principle of _ giving _ advice and of selling no medicine , the great resolve to keep a distinct barrier between the physician and the apothecary , and , above all , the hatred of the contamination of a bill , were strong in the medical mind of Barsetshire .