"Perfectly satisfactory," replied Kennedy, reassuringly. "I haven't finished with them yet. I'll tell you about them later. They were all right, but I never have enough of them. I suppose Doctor Lathrop used to say that too?"
She nodded. Evidently Craig had won her confidence, in spite of what she must have known about us by this time.
"Are there any other dreams that you have thought of since?" he inquired, pressing his advantage.
She passed her hand over her forehead wearily and did not answer immediately.
"You look tired," Craig remarked, sympathetically. "Why not rest while we talk?"
"Thank you," she murmured.
As he spoke, Kennedy had been arranging the pillows on a chaise-longue. When he finished, she sank into them, resting her head, slightly elevated.
Having discussed the various phases of the psychanalysis before with Kennedy, I knew that he was placing her at her ease, so that nothing foreign might distract her from the free association of ideas.
Kennedy placed himself near her head and motioned to me to stand farther back where she could not see me.
"Avoid all muscular exertion and distraction," he continued. "I want you to concentrate your attention thoroughly. Tell me anything that comes into your mind. Tell all you know of your feelings. Concentrate. Repeat all you think about. Frankly express all the thoughts you have, even though they may be painful and perhaps embarrassing."