She stopped for a moment and bit her lip, apparently fighting for self-control.
“And then?” I asked.
“Then,” she said, “when he told me what he had, when he showed me the reports of the detective agency, when he let me read that pack of lies, I almost went crazy.”
“You didn’t admit them, did you?”
“Admit them! I told him they were the most awful lies I had ever read anywhere. I had a complete nervous breakdown. I was under the care of a physician for two weeks, and it was my doctor who told me to travel and get away from, everything, to go some place where there would be nothing to remind me of what had happened, simply to clear out.”
“A sympathetic doctor?” I asked, smiling.
“He was very understanding.”
“Gave you his advice in writing?” I asked.
“How did you know?”
“I was just wondering.”