She smiled bitterly.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s it. I’m lost in the darkness, outside the circle of lamplight!”
“This chair—”
“I’m speaking figuratively, doctor. I’m in such trouble. I wish I were dead!”
Reluctantly, but in duty bound, he said:
“Tell me about it.”
She began to weep again.
“You’re the only one I can tell. You showed such an interest in me the other day. You cared, didn’t you?”
“Yes, certainly I did; but please don’t cry.”
“Oh, dear doctor, it is your own great trouble that makes you so sympathetic to others, I am sure!”