"Roger, don't upset yourself; lie down quietly, or I won't tell you."
"Very well, I'm perfectly quiet; now tell me. This is something I want to hear. What did he think was wrong about Miss Rowe?"
The hardness in his voice was a challenge. Thérèse examined the nails of her right hand and lightly polished them on the palm of her left. Then she replied carefully:
"Well, you know soon after she came here she began to behave just a little oddly at times. At first the doctor did not think it serious, but towards the end he was afraid that she was a little—a little——"
"A little what?"
"Well—unbalanced. Have you ever heard of anyone having 'confusional attacks'?"
"I don't know. Yes, perhaps. What about it?"
"That is what the doctor thinks she has."
"Utter rubbish! Miss Rowe is one of the most normal people I have ever known."
"So she impressed me, at least most of the time. Indeed the doctor says that a person who has those attacks may be quite normal part of the time, only sometimes they get strange ideas into their heads and behave queerly. That was what Miss Rowe was doing. It didn't seem altogether wise to have her here."