And the beat goes on
The appointment, though, was a mirthful one given that Lady Bracknell was fortunate enough to be attended by two nurses of great good humour.
A decision was made to take the opportunity to check Lady Bracknell's feet for signs of diabetic deterioration. (As Lady Bracknell's feet are more than ordinarily ticklish, this can be an operation fraught with risk for all concerned.)
A device with which Lady Bracknell was unfamiliar was brought into the room. It was not dissimilar in appearance to the photograph which Lady Bracknell's editor has skilfully inserted on the left. Minimal research on the interwebnet would indicate that it is a portable ultrasound device.
The conclusion to which Lady Bracknell was inexorably drawn following her appointment is that persons who have never heard the amplified sound of the blood pulsing through their feet have never lived. Any individual possessed of a) such a device and b) the anatomical knowledge required to find the pulse in the feet of other persons would find him or herself to be an enormous success at parties.
(Readers may infer from the above that Lady Bracknell is easily pleased. They would very probably be correct in that inference.)