Sylvia shuddered, but it was too dark in the carefully shuttered room for
Edith to see her. She said quite quietly:
"That depends. In many cases—nothing dreadful."
"Ever anything good?"
"Yes, yes, good things can happen. They can be made to."
"Will you make good things happen to me?"
"I will, indeed I will."
"And not hate me?"
"Never that."
"May I tell you now?"
"If you believe that it will make you feel better; and if you will promise, after you have told me, to let me give you the treatment you need."