“Oh, medically! Do you mean that sort of thing?”
Lucian smiled at the clumsy idiom.
“Cecil can hardly be described as the normal schoolboy, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t you think so?” She seemed vaguely surprised. “I must say I’ve always thought him fairly ordinary. Quite a nice boy, of course, and school has improved him a great deal. Ford always said it would.”
“Yes. It’s supposed to improve all boys, isn’t it?”
She looked more surprised than ever.
“Don’t you think it does?”
“Oh, I daresay. I’ve uttered platitudes on the subject, like everyone else. But I think Cecil’s mother was in the right of it, years ago, when she said that a thing might be good for ninety-nine people and all wrong for the hundredth.”
“That old nonsense! I beg your pardon, Dr. Lucian, but I thought even Rose had forgotten the fuss about Cecil going to school by this time. Why, Hurst made a different child of him.”
“I daresay.”