I began as soon as we were round the turn of the lane.
"Doctor Copin," I said, "I wish you'd let me know exactly what Miss Fielding's condition is, and what hopes you have for her recovery."
"Did she ask you to interrogate me?" he asked blandly.
"In a way, she did. But I do so, nevertheless, quite on my own responsibility, as a friend who is very much interested in her case."
"Then I must decline to answer. You are aware, I suppose, that Miss Fielding has had her own reasons for not wishing the matter to be discussed?"
"I'm perfectly aware of that, but I think that, as I now know all the essential facts, it can't possibly matter to her. On the other hand, I can help, perhaps."
"I didn't know you were a specialist in nervous diseases—or even a psychologist," he answered in a sneering tone.
"I am neither, but I have common sense enough to perceive that her trouble is approaching a crisis. That, in fact, is my sole justification for staying on here."
"Oh, if that's all, you can go any time. I'm quite able to cope with the situation, I assure you."
"Doctor Copin, I insist upon having a statement of what you are doing in this matter. I speak as the representative of Miss Fielding—the real Miss Fielding."