“I thought you could tell me. I thought, of course, you had some perfectly wonderful sort of plan for women.”
Well, he hadn’t, and he saw that he must make one. It seemed that his first step toward the settlement of this specific case would be to make an analysis, and he at once began. Mavis answered all his questions readily and fully, but he had a suspicion that she told him what she thought he would like to hear, instead of keeping to facts. Still, even at that, he learned a great deal, for she was too ignorant and young to deceive a trained observer. Of course it took a very long time; his other office patients had to be sent away.
He went politely to the door with Mavis, and he was surprised to see Miss Franklin standing in the hall—the little private hall which was only for outgoing patients, and in which she had no possible business to be.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked.
“I was just wondering what you were doing,” she retorted, “shut up in there with that girl all this long time!”
“I was writing an analysis of her.”
“Let’s see your analysis!”
“It’s not finished. Besides—”
“Do let me see it! Perhaps I can help you.”
“You don’t know Miss Borrowby—”