"To Mr. Carew," she asked, "or to others?"
"To others," I replied.
"I will wait a little," she said composedly, "before I answer that question. You have more to say."
"There can be no valid reason," I continued, "for silence now. Mr. Carew is anxious that you should speak candidly to me. An appeal to your sense of justice would probably weigh with you."
"It is not unlikely," she said. "May I ask if you belong to any profession?"
"I do not follow any at present," I replied; "but for years I practised as a physician."
"In a general way, or as a specialist?"
"Chiefly as a specialist. I have written a successful book upon certain forms of insanity, and I have a copy with me. Perhaps you would like to read it."
"It would interest me," she said. "If I had been a physician I should have devoted myself to that branch of the profession."
I gave her the book, which she placed aside. "It is not, however, solely in that capacity," I said, "that I am here. That certain indefinite impressions, springing from my professional experiences, have prompted me, I do not deny; but my strongest reasons are private ones. Is it your belief that insanity is hereditary and ineradicable?"