"But the doctor—what about him?"
"Of course I must have a physician at times, and Doctor Copin is a good one, and interested in my case. He has been most kind to me. Of course I am interesting, though, psychologically, and he's probably written a monograph about me for some medical society already. But I have him chiefly for medical troubles, and to keep general run of this thing, enough to advise me."
This was rather different from what Edna had led me to believe, so I said:
"He hasn't attempted to treat you for this psychological dissociation?"
"No. He has wanted to. In fact, he's always urging me to allow him to see what he can do, but I won't let him. He wants to hypnotize me—but I don't quite dare—would you?"
"No," I said. "I'd advise you not to. If that's to be done you ought to go to a great specialist."
I thought I had a clue now that would bear following up, but I decided to think it over a while before I spoke of it.
So intently had we talked, that we had scarcely noticed the darkness which had fallen until King's gong aroused us. Joy rose wearily.
"Would you mind lighting the candles?" she said.
She waited till all the sconces were burning and then, as I went to the window, she said: