"I know who you are," the woman said, ungraciously. "If you hadn't been a Masterman I shouldn't have sent for you."
He took a small chair, drawing it up beside her. "I know you've been treated by my uncle Sim—"
"He's a fool. Tries to heal a broken heart by feeding it on rainbows."
Thor smiled. "That's like him. And yet rainbows have been known to heal a broken heart before now."
"They won't heal mine. What I want is down on the solid earth." There was a kind of desperate pleading in her face as she added, "Why can't I have it?"
"That depends on what it is. If it's health—?"
"It's better than health."
He smiled. "I've always heard that health is pretty good, as things go—"
"It's good enough. But there's something better, and that's patience. If you've got patience you can do without health."
"I don't think you're much in need of a doctor, Mrs. Fay," he laughed.