"You haven't produced any psychological condition yet, then?" She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. No smile.
"Not quite."
"Hasn't it ever occurred to you that"—her eyes sought his with a quick glance, and drifted away—"that such a condition—might come without your having produced it yourself? Accidentally, so to speak?"
"I confess I haven't been modest enough to anticipate that."
"I thought you were a diagnostician, as well as a physician!" She threw another quick look at him, withdrawing her eyes immediately.
"Prognosis is my specialty."
"Oh, I shall take care of myself."
"There's no defense like a vigorous attack."
"I'm not going after you," she protested.
"But is there a psychological condition, Cly?"