James Whistler, the Victorian artist, showed scant respect for the
hierarchy of any profession. When his poodle fell ill with a throat infection,
he sent immediately for the country's leading ear, nose, and throat specialist,
Sir Morell Mackenzie. The great man was not amused when he was shown his
patient, but he conducted a thorough examination, wrote out a prescription,
left with his fee. The next day Whistler received a message asking
him to call on Mackenzie without delay. Fearing some development in the
poodle's condition, Whistler hurried to the doctor's house. "So good of
you to come, Mr. Whistler," said Mackenzie as his visitor was shown in.
"I wanted to see you about having my front door painted."